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Alex Wright toiled away in a dark lab. Not completely so, of course, but the overhead lights had been shut off in favor of desk lamps. Most of the work was, at this point, theoretical. The most recent attempt to synthesize a readily altered retrovirus had been tainted somehow. Some minute amount of insectoid DNA had found its way into the concoction. Yes, it was ruined, but he was trying to figure out exactly what portion of it had been compromised so as to figure out how to fix it. Without any test subjects (and since this was already a failure rats would be spared having to play that role) it was a long and arduous process.

That wasn't why the lab was dark though. That was just so he wouldn't be noticed. Alex was one of the company's younger researchers. Fresh out of school at the age of 23 and rather gifted in the department of genetics. His looks were more of a problem than his mind though. He was rather slender with fairly girlish features and a nice figure. His hair was a nice shade of brown, fairly dark and matching his eyes nicely. He kept it cut short but that didn't do much to hide his rather feminine looks. It went without saying that one of the things he was hoping to get out of this company was access to their genetic engineering. Specifically, he was hoping to wind up as a good looking stud rather than a cute femboy. Thing is, the company only handed out such a procedure to the employee once every five years, which meant he had four years and change to put up with before he could stop looking cute and start looking handsome. Plenty of time for his boss to notice what he had going for him and enjoy herself.

After a while of unsuccessfully figuring out what was wrong with the concoction he hauled himself out of his chair and slunk over to the door, peering out of it in both directions before he entered the hallway. The employee lounge wasn't far from here but he was still quick about getting there, not wanting to get caught out in the open where he couldn't slip away before his boss saw him. Everyone in the labs knew exactly what his boss was but it was hard to convince the rest of the world that such a beautiful woman could have that sort of secret.
 
Morgana DuPree was a, unique, woman. And yet, she wouldn't let any man near her. Not because of her looks. Morgan was, for lack of a better word, hot. Long blonde hair, tied to a bun, pronounced breasts and ass, tall, no wrinkles. This was all at the age of 33. Morgan had no problem getting what she wanted. No, she was an, aggressive woman. Always was. The way she would stare at you with those green eyes can be, unsettling. Her corporation was small, but quite popular. With the breakthrough she made for herself in human genetics, she managed to tie together a few grad students and form a think tank when she was 26. She could sit back, manage, and let them do most of the work, while she reaped the rewards. A few years later, the 'New Genesis' think tank evolved into it's own entity, with her at the head. New Genesis had a sizable, three story building outside a small, secluded, nameless town in Arizona, and was making much profit selling finished products to the world.

Being the head of a leading biotech corporation had it's perks. Morgan could hoard the benefits of several brilliant minds' research for herself. And she did. There was a reason she looked to be in her twenties when she was in her thirties. The treatments she gave herself did that, and much, much more.

Morgana DuPree wouldn't let men near her. She had an attraction for, 'special' men, and she came to them.

The lounge was empty, until Alex stepped in. Unfortunately, Morgan was still on the same floor, politely asking passerbys where Mr. Wright was. Shortly after the young man entered the room, the door opened once more, and his CEO walked in.

"Mr. Wright! What a pleasant surprise! I thought you'd still be at the one of the labs." she pointed out. As usual, she was in the women's business suit with the questionable skirt. It was a bit, short. And no one else here was allowed to wear one.

"My dear, you simply look exhausted. Please, sit down." Her eyes stared right down at him. A metallic click sounded off. The door was locked. "I can't have my most valuable asset work himself to death." She went on sincerely, beginning to walk towards him. While she seemed genuinely concerned, there was something in her eyes. Something that screamed 'I get what I want'
 
Alex was very rarely inclined towards violence but when he got to the lounge and saw that someone had finished off the pot of coffee therein and failed to make more he was ready to go on the warpath. Rather than waste time or draw attention to this little room by getting mad he quickly set about making another pot of coffee. Then the door opened behind him and his heart sank. He knew exactly what to expect before she even spoke.

He could have quit, tried suing her, maybe find another job like this one. In any other line of work that would have probably worked but the problem was that in the field of genetics there were no jobs like this one. This was, admittedly, the first time he'd been in this position, but people did talk and he had a pretty good idea what it entailed. She hadn't locked the door just to tell him what a good job he was doing without making the other employees envious.

"Evening Miss DuPree." He said with a soft smile. She wasn't the only one whose eyes were giving her away. He may have kept smiling and speaking politely to his boss but he was a rabbit having a conversation with a hound and he was looking for the first chance to leap to safety. "I won't be too much longer. I've just about figured out what went wrong with the retrovirus and I really should get back to it. If it warms up it'll become active again and it's liable to mutate." He warned, feeling rather proud of himself as he managed to come up with a truthful reason why he needed to leave. It didn't come to mind until after he spoke that she might not exactly care about preserving the purity of a project that had already failed.
 
DuPree knew what the other workers said behind her back. No one dared confront her about it, not with the occasional idle threat or underhanded bribe. She had an almost unhealthy interest in the feminine Alex. The executive was circling her employee, like a predator savoring a snack. In the blink of an eye, there was no distance between them, and Morgan could reach out and touch the boy if she wanted to. She kept her hands to herself for the moment, and kept up that concerning tone for her underling's health.

"Now now. you simply can't think of work all the time, my dear. Please, have a seat." She could have raised her tone at the end, but she didn't have to. Morgan knew Alex well enough by now. "If what you told me was correct, it was turning into a dead end project anyways. Honestly." She stood right between Alex and the door, and her gaze never broke off of her prey.

"Sit down for a moment, relax. I won't keep you long. Having you toil on the retrovirus in general makes me nervous." There was truth in that. This retrovirus was their most ambitious project this year, and people did cite the health and safety concerns.
 
He knew where this was going and he wanted more than anything to see a way out of it. He should have realized that something was wrong much sooner. Ohh, he'd known for a little while now, but he'd always been careful to avoid this exact situation. He rather suspected that his transfer to the night shift had been an order from her to facilitate this nocturnal meet up.

"Miss Dupree, the retrovirus was quite nearly ready. It was good last night but something's off about it now. Someone on the day shift must have contaminated it." He said, promptly defending his research. People's jobs were riding on this project. Not his, of course. His degree didn't really matter, he'd come to realize. If he hadn't been the intelligent young man he was then he might have been her secretary or possibly a janitor. Whatever the task though, Alex was much too pretty for Morgana to fire, which sat rather poorly with him.

The third time he'd heard the command to sit he realized he couldn't put it off any longer and nervously sank into the chair, keeping his eyes up on hers, sure that somewhere in those piercing green eyes there'd be a slight warning of his chance to escape. "You know, I'm nearly finished. I could pop back over there, wrap up for the night and then get a fresh start in the morning." He suggested, hoping that possibly agreeing with her might be his way out of this chair.
 
He was trying to dance his way out of this. Watching him try to sputter out an excuse drew a smirk on her face.

The chair happened to be a revolver, and it was right next to a large table, usually used for lunchbreaks and such. "I insist. A few minutes of your time won't keep us from a breakthrough." Once he was seated, Morgana took the liberty of turning the chair 180 degrees, having him face directly from her.

"You're tense, overworking yourself. I need my model employee in top shape, I also need you to know when to take a break." Her hands met his shoulders. Whether or not he jumped at this, Morgana kept a firm grip, but then began to gently massage that area. Her hands were practiced, and it was a genuine massage. "I can just feel the stress coming from you. Just hold still, let me help you." This gave her an excuse to be right on top of him.

Only a minute passed, and Alex could feel something brush up against the back of his neck, then the skull. It felt soft, like fabric, but it was pressing against him rather hard. "Keep staring forward." That was an order. The sincerity in her tone was gone. Her hands kept innocently working at Alex's body, up until they paused. The pressure against his head stopped growing as well. Morgana raised one of her hands and lifted her skirt up, leaning back for a moment before running a eleven inch monster of a cock, her cock, forward, past one of the young man's ears. The thing was fully erect already, and she made sure to smear a dab of pre along the man's cheek.

"You truly are my greatest asset, Alex. You know that by now, right?"
 
How right she was. In fact, keeping him here and letting the samples in the lab thaw themselves would be precisely the thing that did lead to a breakthrough. She wasn't the only one who was planning a big night. The eager little retrovirus in the lab had its part to play as well.

Alex would have liked to point out that he wasn't just tense from the work. Having his back to his devious boss in such a situation was more than enough to get him freaked out. He did jump a bit when she rested her hands on his shoulders but sat still for the massage. She was actually damn good at this. Given an entirely different set of circumstances he probably would have welcomed her talented hands. If there had been the slightest chance of him enjoying this it had been ruined by feeling that pressure on his neck. Sure, he'd expected that, sort of. He knew what she was, all her employees did. At least, they'd all heard about it, but until you felt it there was always the off chance people were just spreading spiteful rumors behind her back.

He started to turn his head but her order kept him fixed on the opposite wall of the employee lounge. Whoever had hung up the poster of the kitten dangling from the clothsline with the caption "hang in there" on it would suffer if he got his hands on them. The pressure set his imagination on fire and he was almost glad she'd forbade him from looking, though that made the true horror of what was to come all the worse.

When she unceremoniously flopped her member out before him and whipped it off on his cheek his eyes widened and he let out a sound that was half squeak half whimper. "What the fuck?!" He asked loudly, trying to turn about to get a better look at her. Even rock hard Alex was seven inches on a good day. How was his boss sporting a cock that was easily 11 inches, thick as could be, and equipped with a fat pair of cum filled balls to go with it? "There's no way you've been hiding that thing in those skirts all this time..." He groaned, wishing that he actually believed that. Sure, people had mentioned that she had a cock but that had hardly came close to being a proper explanation of the glorious throbbing fuck-pole she was showing him.
 
She kept the same smirk on her face the entire time, chuckling to herself as Alex almost literally jumped out of his chair. Morgana place a leg on the table, almost literally on top of him, and let her heavy set testicles sway back and forth in front of his face.

"Oh what, a girl isn't allowed to have a little fun with biology? This was actually my first achievement you know. My pride and joy. Contrary to popular belief, I actually know a thing or two about genetics. This cock you see? This lovely large sack? All mine, bigger than what they were originally. And these breasts?" She paused her narcissistic monologue, leaning down for a bit so she could shove her cleavage into his face instead. "Real. That's not fake. Don't they look nice, Alex? Oh who am I kidding. You're more interested in my little DuPree, aren't you?" With that said, she thrust her body back up, humping the air and letting her underling get a close up look of the behemoth of a penis in front of him. "Don't lie. You find all of this alluring, don't you?" Morgana paused for a moment, chuckling to herself, before staring back down at Alex.

"Come on, boy. Whip out your dick. Let's compare how much of a man you are to me." She wasn't opening his pants. No, Morgana was going to watch him do it. It was time to emasculate him so he'd know his place.
 
Alex tried to look away but she simply placed her leg up on the table and gave him a world class view of her nuts. He was stuck between her and the table at this point and couldn't have possibly stood up without bumping his face into her juicy balls. As she continued to go on about her achievements all he could think about was how much cum she had to have waiting in that sack and how much of a mess she planned on making.

When he instead got a face full of her breasts he was ready to dive right in and thank her for the momentary reprieve from the horror that had been flooding through him since she whipped her cock out. He couldn't bring himself to answer and that obviously didn't help when she proclaimed that he must be more interested in her other assets. Watching her hump the air triumphantly made him shiver. The way she'd pinned him in the seat earlier had given him a taste of how strong she was. She was in great shape to make use of that monster of hers and he couldn't find the words to tell her to go to hell. He couldn't bare to lose this job and he knew what he might end up doing to keep it but the worst part was when she asked him what he thought of all this and he realized he was actually hard.

He couldn't look her in the eye as she gave him the order to show her his cock. He bit his lip softly, looking terribly adorable when he was scared. Alex gently undid his pants, taking his sweet time to prolong the inevitable, though it did come off as looking like he was intentionally drawing this out to give her a show. He slipped his pants down part way and then pulled his boxers off next. Alex's cock was about six inches long at the moment and quite clearly proved that he was aroused. He wasn't looking up at her any more at this point, clearly both scared and embarrassed at this point.
 
Watching his hands stumble in an attempt to let his cock free only made Morgana's smile grow wider. With how long Alex was taking trying to fulfill her demand, she couldn't help but tease him.

"I'm glad you're so enthusiastic about this, taking your sweet time. It's not necessary. As you can see, I was getting hard by just the thought of you. Oh! And look. Little Alex is finally free!" She kept her body on top of his, placing her hands behind him and on the table while she lowered her cock to be level with his. Morgana stopped when both of their balls touched. "It's not gay, don't worry." The domineering shemale said with a mischievous smirk. "And look. Seems I've got a good five or six inches ahead of you. It's even wider than yours! And can you feel your puny little testes being crushed by the weight of my superior little swimmers?" She began thrusting her manhood up against his, letting them frot as she continued her conversation.

"No offense Alex, but I'd think you'd make a much cuter girl than a boy. Wouldn't you agree?" She knew she wouldn't get an immediate answer. Morgana glared down at her prey with the most smug look on her face. "Look at me. Look at me and answer." All while she was continuing to grind her dick against his. Her pre was eagerly spilling out, leaving several moist spots all across his own member.
 
It was times like this that Alex was reminded that you shouldn't even think the phrase "this couldn't get any worse." Because right as he was pulling his boxers down was when she started to tease him. He blushed furiously when she felt the need to reassure him about letting their balls touch. When she began to talk about all the ways in which she outdid him he couldn't help but glance down. Alex had always felt he was about average but if his shemale boss made him look so small and insignificant he couldn't help but worry that he might have been mistaken. His cock throbbed lightly as she began to grind against him, drawing a horrified little moan from the young man that just made him blush more deeply.

Alex didn't answer her, which had become the standard fare and it wasn't until she made it an order that he spoke up. "I... I probably would be a cuter girl..." He said softly, looking up into her eyes as he began to tremble a little bit. She was smearing so much of her pre over his cock that it felt like she was trying to mark him with it. When a bead of precum did appear at the head of his cock it was promptly whipped away and replaced with more of her own. He knew it had very little to do with their current situation considering the fact that neither of them was actually female but he still hated to think about how useless and wasted his sperm was compared to hers. Her hefty balls seemed to promise that anything he could produce would be promptly covered up by a healthy coating of her own far more potent cum.
 
She rested her engorged length against his for a moment, allowing him to feel the veins running along her manhood pulse in anticipation. "I'm glad you agree! Who knows? Maybe once your opportunities open up for enhancement, we can give you a nice, big, healthy set of breasts, just like mine! Still working on giving men a lovely little vagina to fuck, but, one step at a time. Alexis sounds like a good name, don't you think?"

Watching him mutter everything she wanted back to her simply filled her with glee. It was a dream come true. Already she was subjecting him to the idea of being under her desk, sucking her off like a good girl should. "But, that's just idle fantasy my dear! For now, I just need you to unload some stress off of me." Her cock rose, and she pointed the tip of it to Alex's mouth. The head of her male sex was already red with anticipation. Still, her seed was spilling out in regular droplets, landing on his shirt to leave a good mark for later. That he was her's. "I need you Alex. I need you to unload all this hot, heavy stress I have... Don't disappoint."
 
Alex shivered as he felt her manhood pulse against his own. Listening to miss DuPree's wicked fantasies worried him since he could very easily see her making his becoming a beautiful shemale as well a requirement of his continued employment. It was already becoming clear that Morgana had big plans for him and he realized that the longer this went on the more impossible it was going to become to escape. When she suggested a name for him he bit his lip, looking her in the eye and searching for whether or not he was expected to answer. He decided that the only way to be safe was to agree with her. "Yes ma'am. Alexis sounds like a very cute name." He said, fidgeting softly as he waited to see what she had planned for him tonight.

When she pointed her cock at his mouth he actually let out a cute little sigh. Of the holes she could have picked she'd made the choice he'd been silently hoping for. How she could supply such an amount of pre was beyond him but he tried not to think about it. He reached his slender feminine fingers up to wrap around her base and tested the waters with his tongue, running it along the shaft lightly and up to the head. Her seed actually didn't taste as terrible as he'd imagined and he gently licked her clean before he took her head into his mouth and began to suck, his fingers gingerly stroking her shaft. She was quite the mouthful but if nothing else he had a rather talented tongue. He gently took more of her member into his mouth until she was pressed against the back of his throat. There was just so much more cock than a single mouthful and she could tell that her length had him nervous at this point.
 
Her breathing became heavy as he went to work, sampling a taste of her seed before closing his mouth around her. Morgana grabbed his hair with both hands, not hard at the moment, only caressing it, encouraging him. "Good boy, good boy. It feels good, right? To just let your mind drift off, nothing to think about but sucking on me like a good employee. Like a good servicewoman." She went on, tracing her fingers down his head. "It's alright you can't take it all. I'm a very understanding woman."

The one part of her that screamed she wasn't a woman was beating furiously inside his mouth. The veins continued to pump blood to keep the thing alive, and she was sure he could feel it in his mouth. "Do you feel my heartbeat? Feel it through my little DuPree? Just keep at it Alex, or maybe I should start calling you Alexis now..." A few droplets of pre soon turned into a steady stream of her cum, but still there was no orgasm. Not yet.

"You'll have to try harder than that if you want to wrap this up quickly, Or, take your time. Either works for me."
 
His eyes widened when she grabbed hold of his hair and he became worried that this was the part when she'd decide to stuff her cock down his throat just to watch him gagging. When she decided to let him work on her at his own speed he pulled his mouth off her cock and gave the head a quick little kiss before getting back to work, finding this nice treatment so much more preferable to having her belittle him and tease him.

The more her cum began to fill his mouth the harder he sucked at her cock, lapping up every drop to try to keep ahead of the torrent. He nodded just a little bit when she asked if he could feel her heartbeat, giving her cock a gentle squeeze as it throbbed in his mouth. He did want to get this over with quickly and she was right about him needing to try harder to make that happen. He took her member in both hands, stroking the shaft a bit harder as he slurped hungrily on her cock head, teasing her tip with his tongue. He even pressed the tip of his tongue to her urethra, lapping up her cum and swallowing it quickly since he had no other options. Between his hands and his mouth the only part of her manhood still lacking his attentions were his balls.
 
His enthusiasm at her remark pleased her. Morgana let out an audible swoon as Alex took care to give her dick a sweet kiss. "Such a nice, young gentleman." She remarked, letting out a slight giggle before feeling him go to town on her

Her calm controlled demeanor was fading with her arousal rising. Morgana let one of her hands stray from his head to cup and caress her own sack, already churning out her own fertility cream to paint Alex's innards with. The executive's moans were getting loud, and the massaging on his scalp ended as her limit was nearing. Without warning, Morgana DuPree forced Alex's mouth to take as much cockmeat as she could shove in there, pushing his head toward her crotch as she gritted her teeth. The end came. She squeezed her balls as they twitced, and shut her eyes as a torrent of semen flooded Alex's mouth.
 
He knew they weren't the only two still here. Worse still, every now and then the handle to the break room would jiggle as someone tried the door only to find it locked. Morgana's moans were bound to be audible through the door at this point and he was terrified that someone would walk by and find out what was going on in here.

Alex didn't have a chance to stop her before she could ram her cock into his throat. In fact, she was nearly balls deep in him before he could do anything more than gag and squirm. He tried to push her away but she was in a better position and years of frequent fucking had put her in great shape. He whimpered around her huge cock, still gagging as she pumped his stomach full of her baby batter, her nuts producing like she was trying to impregnate his mouth.

Even as he struggled to stop gagging he started to find that air was becoming more of a precious commodity than he'd previously expected. There was no possible way to breath with her massive tubesteak filling his mouth and stretching his jaw to the point it ached (and he wouldn't have dared to let his teeth graze her pride and joy). He squirmed beneath her, trying to push back on her hips and get a break from her climax that seemed to go on forever.
 
The shemale let out a triumphant howl, anyone outside the door could clearly recognize who was in there. No one would dare question it. She kept Alex's head connected to her, as slowly the thick stream died down until it was a trickle. Only then did she loosen her grip on him and take a moment to stare at the mess she made. So much went into his mouth, but as she pulled it out, her dick still spurted here and there, giving a nice pearl necklace to her new favorite. Morgana let out one last sigh of pleasure as she let her cock lightly graze his face, leaving a slimy trail of her seed. "So good to me Alex, if you're as willing to work with this as you are working on sequences, I might reduce your time until we can tamper with your body! What do you think of that, hmmm?" She tilted her head, expecting an answer, and she didn't look like she would accept 'no'.
 
Given access to air once more Alex greedily inhaled as much as he could get. He scarcely noticed that she was splattering with her cum until she flopped her cock down onto his face. He didn't bother whipping up just yet, not entirely sure that she was finished with him. He could tell what the answer to her question was supposed to be and didn't relish the idea of finding out what would happen if he gave her the wrong one. "Well... I do like what the procedure has done for your breasts..." He said softly. It was the best he could manage and frankly, it was true. She may have been a shemale with a huge cock but she was still sexy as could be. Which may have been the reason his cock had spent this whole time liberally dribbling pre down onto his balls... and then into a tiny puddle on the floor.

"I should go now. Bad things could happen if we leave the retrovirus out any longer." He said. Not only was he eager to leave this room and get himself to safety before she decided she wanted more but the statement was true. He wasn't entirely sure what the impurities in the retrovirus would do to it but it wouldn't be an issue so long as they remained below a certain temperature. But they had been sitting out for a while between the time she'd spent demeaning him and getting blown by him.
 
Fortunatly for Alex, Morgana seems fully satisfied, glad she left such a 'positive' impression on him. She feigned ignorance of the act they just committed, and stepped over the puddle of his own cum as if it wasn't there. "I'm glad we had this session, Mr. Wright. You may go back to work now. Please, don't exert yourself too much." She said this all while her penis was still waving around in thin air, finally softening up as the beast drifted back to sleep, sated. "I'll expect a report on the retrovirus tomorrow morning. If it's ruined, we can either start from scratch again or terminate the project." The predatory smirk was gone as she had her business face back.

"Off you go now." Yes, she was very satisfied. Morgana stared at Alex's chest the entire time, imagining what it would be like to have nice fat mammaries on his chest.
 
Alex was rather shocked that she expected him to get back to work after that. Even after he'd whipped her cum off of his face there were still the stains on his shirt, not to mention the smell. "Yes ma'am. I'll have it ready by tomorrow." He said obediently, finding himself quite worried about the idea of terminating the project. Afterall, if he was without a project to work on she'd be forced to reassign him, and he could think of several places she'd be likely to pick.

With Morgana starring at his chest like that Alex was all too happy to leave, not that he like the thought that she might be starring at his ass on the way out. He hurried back to the lab quickly, hoping to dodge any coworkers that might be roaming the halls. Sure, they all knew what Morgana DuPree did for fun but they didn't have to know that she just did it with Alex. Admittedly, it didn't help that his cock was still straining against his pants from arousal.

The lab was still dark, for all the good it had done preventing her from catching him. He decided to keep it that way in the hopes that it would keep anyone from popping in and asking what smelled like jizz. This would turn out to be a mistake. Very rapidly, in fact, as he couldn't see where the thawed container for the retrovirus had sweated off the frost on its outside and left a small puddle on the ground. It may have been no bigger than the puddle he'd left in the break room floor but his foot managed to land in just the right way to send him sliding. His hand came right down on top of the retrovirus container and the next thing he knew the world went fuzzy.

If there were two things one should avoid it was head injuries and sharks. Bump it up to three things and you've got head injuries, sharks, and experimental retroviruses. Whoever said that two out of three weren't bad could suck a cock as far as Alex was concerned.

About half an hour later Alex drug himself to feet. His right hand rested on the ground to prop him up as his other right hand grabbed the lab table to pull him to his feet. That was the first moment he realized something was wrong. He stumbled his way to the lightswitch to turn it on, both disoriented from the fall and a little clumsy from the fact that he had traded five toes for feet for two large talons per. When the light clicked on he was greeted by the sight of four hands, a deep shade of gray and sporting three wicked claws per hand (two fingers and a thumb). His upper left hand was bleeding green where bits of the glass retrovirus container were sticking out of it. He pulled the glass from his hand and wandered over to the medkit on the wall, bandaging up the injured hand. His head didn't feel great either but then again, neither did his wings. He must have been laying on them wrong while he was out of it. Also, apparently he had wings. He let them flutter behind him quickly, finding that they could only lift him onto the tips of his toe-talons. The reason for that was fairly obvious when he found a mirror. He was much too large to fly. He was tall, broad and muscular now. Honestly, he was quite handsome. The antennae that sprouted from his forehead curved back over his jet black hair and his eyes, all four of them, were a bright amber color. He smiled, only to have his lower jaw split open to form mandibles. His teeth were jagged and pointed like that of a shark. It took him a second to figure out how to secure his jaw back in place. Once he'd taken in the important sights his eyes dropped a little bit, ready for one more surprise. His cock hung lewdly between his legs, nearly as big as Morgana DuPree had been. Of course, she'd been hard at the time and he was soft right now. There were a pair of nearly orange sized testicles hanging beneath it ready to put his former employer to shame. One look at his new manhood and he knew exactly what he had to do.

Rather than risk the halls he reached up and pulled some ceiling tiles aside before hauling himself up into the ceiling, scurrying through the confined spaces with all the ease of a cockroach. He intended to pay miss DuPree a surprise in her office, one that she would never forget.
 
Miss DuPree was alone in her office, all cleaned up and without the scent of sex around her. The place was bare, apart from a few potted plants, sofas, and cheap paintings. The Executive sat in her chair and desk, which lay next to a window-paned wall to gaze down upon the town below. It was night now, and little lights could be seen outside the building. She felt proud of herself. The only reason this little speck of human civilization still existed was because her company breathed life into it. Having to house and service so many employees did wonders for their economy. She revolved her chair back to her desk, staring at the computer. Already she had Alex's personal company log, ready to edit. Morgana was considering how she could get away with giving his new plaything an early treatment.

She hummed to herself, staring at it all half-hazed like some eager schoolgirl. Life was good for her. Life was about to take a drastic turn for her as well. She lazily dreamed of what to do, her eyes lulling themselves to sleep, unsuspecting, vulnerable.
 
Alex had plans for her. He'd slip down behind her, using his four arms to gently lower his body down from the tiled ceiling behind her. Then he'd... split open his jaw again. Not what he'd intended but instinct was taking over. For just a second he thought he was going to eat her, or at least take a huge chunk out of her. Instead his tongue ran along her neck and a brief pain ran through her. It wasn't a stinger, in that there was nothing that actually stuck into her. In the center of his tongue towards the tip was a canal that worked like a jet injector, forcing liquid through her skin and into her body at super high speeds, a retooled version of the retrovirus to alter her body. He still had no idea why his instincts had made him do this but the results would be swift.

He covered her mouth to prevent a scream, one of his other hands reaching down onto her desk and crushing her phone like it was nothing. Two obvious changes were going to be taking hold very quickly. The first of which was that her pride and joy, that monster cock she possessed, was going to shrink down to about two and a half inches, with an insignificant little set of balls to go with it. If she got a hard on she couldn't expect more than three inches, maybe three and a half on a good day. The other change would be her new vagina. Growing a pussy where one hadn't been before was a much more pleasant experience than having her cock shrunk. In fact, it was quite literally orgasmic.

The third change, which Alex was only vaguely aware of, was that her new womanhood did not come with a period. She was fertile 365 days out of the year unless she happened to be pregnant.
 
The thing that woke her up was the injection. The human felt as if some ice-colt liquid flowed through her veins, the sensation spreading all over her body. Her eyes shot open, but before she could react, she was restrained, and gagged. any attempts to scream were futile. The crunching of plastic and metal was heard. Her cell phone was smashed apart. Morgana was now struggling madly against the horror that pinned her down. She couldn't turn around and see, only that something very rough and very strong held her against her desk. As the injection spread through her body, Morgana DuPree could only look down in horror.

Her pride and joy, her Little DuPree, her penis, was beginning to shrink. Rapidly. Once the frozen sensation reached it, her manhood began to recede greatly, while at the same time her testicles shrank to match. It was barely more than a stub down there. At the same time, as flesh receded, new flesh was being made. She could feel a different set of churning in her groin. Sequences and biology were being cast aside to make room for the demands of the monster. As the frozen sensation faded, it was replaced with a warm sense of emptiness in her lower body. At first, Morgana didn't know what to expect, but that changed when her body's skin twisted on itself right below her pitiful little excuse for balls, forming the shape of a vagina. As it broke free, Morgana let out another gagged cry, this time, for pleasure, and fresh feminine juices sprayed all over the desk and floor.

She was now truly a woman.

The executive still struggled, alarmed, panicking, and afraid. Though occasionally her new pussy would still squirt a bit of girlcum and she would settle down for a moment. It was radiating heat, emitting heavy musk, calling out to the monster. It screamed to be used.
 
The scent of her arousal had him hard as a rock by the time he decided to let her go. Of course, before he did he made sure to inform her. "If you scream for help or get up out of that chair I'm never putting you back to the way that I found you." She wouldn't recognize his voice. He sounded completely different, just like he looked completely different.

Alex Wright stalked around to her desk, sitting on it gingerly, letting nearly fourteen inches of hard gray cock stand up proudly in front of her face. He took a deep breath and for a brief moment found himself unable to continue. His wings quivered excitedly as the smell of her musk filled his nostrils. It was clear what she deserved and what he had to do. She needed to be bred and he was going to be the one to do it. But there was something else that had to happen first. First he had to make her understand who was doing this to her. What had happened a few hours ago came to mind and he began to smile. He didn't show his teeth, those pearly white razors were a bit scarier than the situation demanded. He simply stared down at her with those four amber eyes of his and decided to quote her.

"Come on, girl. Whip out your dick. Let's compare how much of a man you are to me." He rumbled, his wings buzzing ominously behind his back every now and then. He still had trouble figuring out how to keep them still when he was excited. Just like she'd done for him, he wasn't going to be lifting her skirt. He wanted her to show him Little DuPree once more.
 
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