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She sat in the driver’s seat, checking herself in the mirror, making sure the lotus pattern on her shaved side was still in its right shape. She wanted to look good if they got caught and sent to jail.\n\n“This was the address Zed gave me when he left. Even if it sent us the wrong way a few times, I can see why,” she checked her GPS, then her signal. “We have barely anything out here.” She grabbed her short leather jacket and hopped out of the car.\n\n“No point in wasting time. We’re going in.”\n\nShe pointed to the building in front of them, slinging her jacket over her tank top. Roughly the size of an average college dormitory, the bricks had lost nearly all of their white paint. Whatever remained was already peeling off. Frosted blue windows lined the sides of the building, several of them shattered and blocked by panels of OSB, rotting from exposure to the elements.\n\n“We should call the police, Maka!” Brock protested. “He’s been gone for a month, ok? We aren’t vigilantes. You really think we can break in there and find any evidence of him being kidnapped,” he struggled to speak through the swarm of mosquitoes, waving his arms wildly, “held hostage, I don’t know, something?!”\n\n“Keep your voice down!” Maka held her hand out toward him. “You’re gonna alert them before we even try anything.” She opened the trunk and grabbed a black crossbody bag covered in colorful pins and buttons. “We need to find out what happened to Zed, and I’m going in there with or without you.” She pulled a flashlight out of the small bag and slung it over her shoulder. “See?” Maka turned the light on and shone it into the sky.\n\n“Now why would an abandoned factory have smoke from the stacks?” Brock looked where she’d pointed the light. Sure enough, all three smokestacks of the factory were spilling fumes. “That’s sus as all hell.” She strode toward the front doors, leaving Brock behind, a stern look on her face. She’d go in alone if he was too much of a wuss.\n\n“Uh…” Brock looked at the car, then back at Maka. “Fine!” He ran to catch up.\n\nExpecting the doors to be locked, Maka grabbed them and ripped them open with force. To her surprise, they gave no resistance, flying right open. “That’s not a good sign.” A wave of dank, moldy air greeted them, Maka nearly falling over at the scent.\n\n“How so?” Brock asked, panting as he caught up. \n\n“If they’re just unlocked, they must be expecting us.”\n\n“Or they’re just lax with security because they know no one will come out here unless they’re supposed to be here?” Brock suggested. “How many people do you think are gonna walked in here uninvited, let alone drive here in the first place?”\n\n“We’ll see.” Maka stepped inside, Brock behind her. “We’re coming for ya, Zed,” she whispered. The place was a disaster. Gaylord boxes overflowed with papers and other, smaller cardboard boxes, while dirt, leaves, and other debris covered the floor along with the overflowed papers. \n\n“Welp, there’s nothing here,” Brock said quickly. “Time to go.” Maka grabbed him by the collar of his shirt as he turned to leave, pulling him further inside. “Come on!” Brock whined. Do you see any doors here? There’s just the abandoned factory floor.” He gestured to the wide open space, filled with the Gaylord boxes. “There’s no way Zed came here; it was a fluke. Your GPS got it wrong.” He continued spitting excuses. \n\n“Ugh, some friend you are, Brock.” Maka thought about releasing him in spite, but that’d risk losing him, too. Even with the flashlight, she blended in with the darkness, no thanks to her black attire or her skin tone. They dove deeper into the factory, fighting off the stench and occasionally tripping over smaller boxes of papers.\n\nThen, Maka stopped abruptly. “Brock…” she whispered and grabbed him by the arm. Aiming the light at the far wall, the two made a discovery. “Look at that.”\n\nA doorway on the far wall.\n\nAn eerie orange light spilled out of the cracks. “Oh, hell no.” Brock tried to back away, but Maka’s grip was tight around his arm. “Don’t you watch horror movies?” Brock asked with a hiss. “There are aliens down there. As far as we know, Zed is one of them now.”\n\n“I don’t care.” Maka pulled him along with her, each step filling Brock with dread. She ignored his pleas even as she placed her hand on the metal handle and pulled it open. “Why does no one lock their doors here?”\n\nThis was what she was hoping for. A metal catwalk above the entire operation. Below them was an epoxy floor, alive with activity. Black, shiny creatures strode around, either performing various activities or standing in place. The orange fluorescent lights gleamed and reflected off of them as they performed their tasks. \n\n“What are those things?” Maka asked as she leaned over the catwalk.\n\n“Get down!” Brock whispered loudly, pulling her back and onto the catwalk. Maka shot him a look of distaste. “You wanna get your ass caught?”\n\n“This is huge,” she exclaimed in hushed tones. “Wait will we tell people about this.”\n\n“What about Zed?” asked Brock.\n\n“Surprised you asked,” replied Maka. Brock sighed as she continued. “We’re gonna find him first, of course. We’ll need people to believe us. Video can be faked.” \n\nBrock started sweating. “I have a bad feeling about this.”\n\n“Whatever,” Maka said. “Look, we’ll head down the stairs and sneak around a bit.” She pointed to the far end of the catwalk. “You go first so I can watch you.” Brock sighed and turned, army-crawling away with Maka at his heels.\n\nMaka couldn’t pry her eyes away from the factory floor. Some of the creatures circled a huge vat of… something, stirring it with what looked like a manual agitator. They looked like squirrels, or beavers, but… not exactly. The massive, bulbous breasts on their chests seemed to defy gravity, bobbing and jiggling up and down with every slight motion, perky nipples large and permanently erect. With the orange light reflecting on their bodies, it was hard to tell. If anything, they looked like toys of some kind. The vat was filled with something of a similar appearance - jet black and viscous. It stirred without splashing or sloshing, and was just as reflective as their bodies.\n\n“Like, oh my gawd,” a voice said. “I totes can’t believe it.”\n\n“Like, what?” Another said.\n\n“Did you, like, hear what N-311 said yesterday?”\n\n“That slut! What?”\n\n“I literally can’t even. She told B-943 that her titties were better because they were smaller. Like, girl.”\n\n“Oh. MA. GAWD!”\n\n“Oh god,” Maka groaned. “Are they bimbos?” She stopped to listen in. \n\n“You think that, like, smaller titties can service a dick better? No way, gurl.”\n\n“I know! That's totally what I said. Then I whipped out my dick and showed her just how amazing big titties were.” \n\nShe couldn’t figure out who was talking. [i]Tits? Dicks? What the hell is this?[/i] \n\n[b]CREAK[/b]\n\nThe catwalk voiced complaints about being occupied. “Oh no,” Maka said. She turned to Brock, who was too far ahead to grab. It didn’t matter. The metal folded between them.\n\n[b]TWANG[/b]\n\nOne of the supports broke. \n[b]\nTWANG TWANG[/b]\n\nThen more.\n\nThe two screamed as they were sent to the floor. The creatures turned and looked at the collapsing catwalk. “They should, like, totally fix that.”\n\n“Good thing no one’s allowed up there. That’d be like, literally bad.”\n\n“Wait, did that fall on top of the lab?”\n\nBrock rose from the floor as the dust began to settle, chunks of blocks around him. “Maka?” he shouted in a whisper. “Maka?” She wasn’t there. “Oh god…” Suddenly, something grabbed him by his hands and knees. Long, metal arms with cartoon gloves pulled him off the floor. “HEY!” He shouted. “Let go of me!” \n\n“Stop shouting,” a female voice called through the noise of mechanical whirring. Through the remaining dust, Maka’s voice called out. “They’ll come in if you give us away.”\n\n“So?” Brock tried ripping his arms away from the hands, but they were tightly wrapped around him. “We already gave ourselves away!”\n\n“Yeah, sure,” her voice went up a few notes. “Let ‘em know, then.”\n\n“What?” The hands pulled Brock onto a table right next to Maka, the arms retracting into a slot, but the hands firmly grasping him. “What’s with the attitude? We need to try and, OW!” A needle jabbed into his thigh. A red fluid poured into his body, his veins turning the same color. “What the hell was that?” He turned to see Maka next to him on another table, restrained around the ankles and wrists, her head turned away. “Maka? Maka, they jabbed me with something. Are you ok?” He wriggled but couldn’t escape. “Maka?”\n\n“Like, totally,” she replied.\n\n“What?” That didn’t sound like her at all. In horror, he watched Maka’s ears shift to the top of her head and mutate to a round, stubby shape as if they were being dragged along a 3D model effortlessly. “Maka?!” Neon red fur sprouted from her skin, covering her body. Her clothes became lumpy and disheveled as floof sprouted from underneath.\n\n“I’m like, totally great.” Maka turned her head. Brock screamed. Maka had a snout! And… and… whiskers and a nose!\n\n“What the hell is going on?!” His body grew hotter with fear. But it wasn’t fear that was doing it. His skin was also sprouting fur, a deep blue swarming over his arms and legs. “NO!” Brock shouted, as his voice went up a few octaves. “Like, this is not happening!” His speech took on the familiar valley-girl tone, as if every sentence were a question. His fingers shrank into fat nubs, a sharp pain piercing them as claws appeared from the tips.\n\n“Hell, yeah, Queen,” Maka exclaimed, watching Brock’s changes. “You’re totally slaying.” \n\nMore hands with needles lowered from the ceiling, the red serum inducing fear in Brock’s mind. He gritted his teeth and tried to pull his arms free one last time. With new strength that he didn’t seem to have before, he yanked his limbs free from the gloved hands. “Shit!” He cried, darting to Maka. “MAKA!” He grabbed her and pulled at her arms, seeing a needle in her left arm, injecting its contents into her body. “Get away from her!” He swung at it, but missed, only to have the gloved hand finish injecting the second dose of serum into Maka.\n\nBrock yanked her off the table and ran for the door, hanging from its hinges.\n\n“Wait,” Maka said, her body progressing as Brock lugged her out of the building, carrying her in his arms. “I, like, totally need to get the rest of my meds.” Her shirt wrapped tightly against her body, stretching as thin as cheap paint from a downtown hardware store. Her jeans had ripped on the way out, exposing her thicc thighs, which were only getting larger and engulfing her thong around her lower body.\n\n“We totes need to get out of here.” Brock dove behind a small silo, dragging Maka with him. “This is a nightmare. This is a nightmare!” He repeated, trying to get a hold of the situation. He looked at Maka, growing thicker in all the right places. Then he caught a glimpse of his hand, rather, paws. “Like, where are you, Zed?”\n\n[center]\n____________________\n[/center]\n\nAn alarm went off on the console in the security pit. The skunk drone manning the floor woke from her slumber with a start. “GUCCI?!” She looked over at the console. Three screens: One showed the lab, another the collapsed catwalk, and the third, the most startling of all, showed three non-shiny freaks hiding behind one of the latex silos!\n\n“Uhhh…..” she sat there not sure what to do. “Who are THEY?” She bapped her large, squeaky paws on the keyboard and zoomed in with the camera in question. Audio feedback came through garbled, but clear enough to make out. \n\n[i]”This is a nightmare. This is a nightmare!” [/i]The blue creature said, holding its head in its paws. [i]”Like, where are you, Zed?”[/i]\n\nShe remembered reading something about this before. If anyone breaks in, she has to press a certain button. But which one? She looked over the immense control panel at her disposal. “Ok, think, gurl. All the ones you’ve ever had to push were these,” she pointed as she spoke to herself, “and those. That one once, but that was because I fell asleep.”\n\nThe HUD built into her visor was trying to show her which button to press, the large red button underneath a glass shield, with a yellow and black striped sign that read ‘intruder alert’. “Um…” She thought. Tapping her visor to connect to her bestie. \n\nThe visor showed an animated phone ringing with a picture of U-467. “Heeeeey, gurl,” U-467 said once she picked up. “What is up, V-142?”\n\n“Hay, babes.” U-467 wiggled her fingers as if there, greeting her. “Listen. Um, we have alert things. There are, like, people in here? What do we do again?”\n\n“Ugh, I swear. You’d lose your head if it weren’t for me.” V-142 scoffed in a silly manner. “Remember that big red button in the corner?”\n\n“Yas.”\n\n“That’s the one, you bimbo.”\n\n“Hey, who are you calling a bimbo, you bimbo?”\n\nThe two laughed, knowing full well where they stood. “Just hit the button already. I totes gotta get back to churning this latex and stuff. Baiiiii~” V-142 hung up.\n\n“Such a bestie!” U-467 found the button underneath the glass shield and raised it. “Totes gonna push it,” she raised her nubby hand for dramatic effect.\n\n“Hold it,” a voice said as a hand grasped U-467’s wrist. “I already see the intruders.” U-467 turned and saw the man in charge. His thick fingers couldn’t be mistaken for anyone else's. \n\n“Hey, Daddy,” U-467 chirped. “I was totes gonna report this, I swear.”\n\n“No, you did the right thing, Unit U-467,” he said, reaching back to tie up his hair with a hair tie that he always kept on his wrist. “What have we got here?” He scooted his round body closer to the screens, eyeing the one with the intruders on it. \n\n“I love your shirt today, Daddy,” U-467 complimented the human. As far as they knew, his name was Daddy. “It’s, like, your favorite one, isn’t it?”\n\n“Yes, it is, Unit U-467,” Daddy commended her on remembering this fact. However, now wasn't the time. His fat belly hung out of his shirt as he leaned over to watch the two partially transformed humans sneaking around his factory.\n\n“Do you know anything about these two?”\n\n“Totes nothing.”\n\n“I see…” His glasses hid his scowling green eyes. It looked like they had ran afoul of one of the old assimilation stations. This would work in his favor. “Monitor them. If they discover something, and start making their way to an exit, alert me.” He stood upright and caressed the drone’s enormous breasts as if to help her remember.\n\nU-467 giggled like an idiot and presented her chest for Daddy to play with as he pleased. He touched and fondled, squishing the breasts in his hands. Once he was satisfied, he turned and walked away.\n\n“I've worked too hard to let anyone stop me now.”\n[center]\n____________________[/center]\n\n\nThe two partially-transformed humans stood behind one of the three silos in the factory, waiting for an opportunity to escape. “So, what do you suppose happens when they find us?” Brock asked, tugging at his shirt. His new fur was horribly itchy, driving him up the wall. Constantly, he found himself reaching underneath his clothing to scratch an insatiable insatiable itch that seemed to move whenever he tried to attack it.\n\n“They're, like, our besties, Brock.” Maka was in her own world. “Why are we hiding?” She took steps away from the silo, more than eager to say hello to the many skunks out in the open, stirring the open pit of black goop. “Their titties are so big.” Maka reached out to grab them, but was pulled back by Brock's large paws. \n\n“Hey, stop it!” Brock latched onto her paw the best he could with his own, trying to keep her nearby. “Why do you, so,” he paused trying to think of the proper word. \n\n“Ugh, I'm so totally hot.” Maka wiggled her free arm out of her leather jacket, her shirt underneath so tight against her body that it looked more like spandex. “Let me take these off already,” she whined, trying to rip the cotton and polyester shirt away from her torso with her inflated mitts. Brock didn't get a chance to protest, as it seemed Maka’s body agreed with her. A ripping sound came from her chest as the shirt, already stretched thin, was pushed to its limit.\n\nShreds of fabric went flying as Maka’s furry chest exploded free, doing the work for her, the yellow nipples puffy and wide. “Oh, ma gawd, that is totes better.” They didn't stop growing either, the modest D cups they once were had become nearly as large as the most succulent, bulbous, personal watermelons, far more than just a handful each.\n\nBrock couldn't help but stare. And who could blame him? The titties were big. He could feel his pants getting tighter and tighter the longer he looked in their direction. [i]No way…[/i] If whatever was injected into her caused that, what would happen to him? \n\n“What’cha looking at?” Maka teased. She ripped her arm from his grip and cupped her girls, squeezing and toying with them, heavier than ever. “Jealous?”\n\nThe curious thing was – he was! A voice in his head nagged at him as his gaze remained transfixed on the bulbous mounds, growing louder and louder with time.\n\n[i]You deserve those tits, Brock.[/i]\n\n[i]You’ve needed tits like those all your life.[/i]\n[i]\nGive in, Brock. Take what’s yours.[/i]\n\n[i]Take it all.[/i]\n\n“Fuck…!” Brock caved, and as if acting on instinct shoved his face into Maka’s recently-upgraded milking equipment. And they smelled so [i]good[/i]! The sweat that had accumulated in her fur made him so horny. He couldn't help it. Maka grabbed his hands and brought them to her breasts as well, telling him to cop a feel.\n\nNot only did they feel soft, but the heft they had when he lifted them amazed him! His eyes blossomed with hearts as he let himself go for this one selfish moment, indulging in this desire. His body heated up with anticipation, heart pounding like a bass drum with joy, only adding to the heat. The tent in his pants was becoming a strain on his body with how much blood was being pumped into it, bulging and aching with need.\n\n“Oh, ma gawd,” Maka snorted. “Are you getting hard for me?” She reached around her bulbous breasts and fondled the bulge in Brock’s ever-tighter pants. “You, like, totally are.” Maka leaned forward, pressing her snout against Brock’s head. “You wanna cum for me, don’t you, big boy?” His face grew bright red, only the smallest glimpse of his forehead visible through her knockers. “I can tell. Don’t lie to me.”\n\nHer hands rubbed up and down his tent, teasing him ferociously. “Let this bad boy out. I wanna see what I’m working with.” Brock didn’t make her wait. He, at this point had become a slave to her bodacious [i]vibez,[/i] unable and unwilling to stop himself from doing anything he wanted. He found it difficult to oblige, however, as his thighs prevented his waistline from moving too far down his body. Little did Brock know, his body was, in fact, changing as he so desired, just not in the exact way he’d wished.\n\nBrock moaned as Maka continued to fondle his member through his pants, giggling at the ‘situation’ he’d gotten himself into. “What’s wrong, cutie?” \n\n“Uh….” He tugged and tugged at his pants, but they were stuck! The cargo shorts dug into his thighs, getting tighter by the second. [i]GAH! I’m in middle school again![/i] The risk from being exposed was even greater now. Being caught with his pants down, or, at least some of the way. The problem seemed to remedy itself, however, as the ripping of cotton filled his ears and the pressure around his legs instantly eased.\n\nEven his underwear didn’t survive the blow. Shreds from his red boxers contrasted against his blue fur. He blushed, the red on his face as red as what remained of his boxers, somehow showing through the dense layer of face fluff.\n\n“Good boy,” Maka teased, ripping the shred of underwear that hid Brock’s cock from her. The sound of the material ripping made the skunk drones’ ears stand up, stopping what they were doing to turn toward the noise. “Gimme some of that dick, mister man.”\n\n“What was that?” one of the drones asked, sniffing the air.\n\n“Smells weird,” another said, holding her nose to the sky and sniffing adamantly. \n\nThis brought Brock out of his trance. “Shit,” he whispered through clenched teeth. He ripped his head from Maka’s tits and darted left to right, looking for anything to distract the drones. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon,” he demanded. “There’s gotta be something.” Amongst the shreds of pants, underwear, and shirts, lay a few chunks of concrete. [i]No way this works.[/i] He leaned over and grabbed a hunk of it, chucking it WAY over Maka’s head.\n\n“What was that?” \n\n“I don’t know. Let’s, like, look.”\n\n“Maybe Daddy is here!” \n\nThe mass of them all ran toward the rock, their tits jiggling and bodies squirking while doing so. Brock grabbed Maka as much as his digits would allow and pulled her away. “Come on, we gotta go.” He ignored Maka’s begging for more ‘snuggling’ and looked both left and right for a way out. A brown door along the wall they were approaching was growing increasingly attractive by the second.\n\nWith his free hand, Brock grasped the handle and tried to pull, but the door didn’t budge. “What?!” He shouted. Trying to pull it again, it made a loud[b] thunk [/b]against the frame. \n\nThe skunks were turning around, looking disappointed that whatever made the noise wasn’t anything fun. Their bimbo-speak got increasingly louder as he tried to break down the door.\n\n“Like, what a bummer. The building made weird noises or some shit.”\n\n“Back to work or whatevs.”\nIs it to sorta much to ask, like, for big dick once in a while? I mean, seriously. I just basically want someone to destroy my pussy. Like, really stretch this body out, ya know?\n“Gurl, you’ve had enough.”\n\nMaka watched her brethren approach her with wide, forlorn eyes. “You never have enough, gurl,” she responded quietly. She broke away from Brock’s hand, more than eager to join the skunk drones in their prattle and gossip.\n\n“Maka!” Brock reached out to her, yanking her toward him. But she was too heavy,and fell into him, sending both toward the door, knocking it off its hinges. Riding the door like a sled, they careened down the stairs, the door handle on the underside hitting each step as the toboggan gathered speed.\n\nOnce the door hit the wall, their momentum threw them off, sending them tumbling down the rest of the way like glass bottles for a very timely referenced social media trend. The drones huddled around the open doorway, wondering where all the screaming was coming from down the stairwell.\n\n“Should we see what’s going on?”\n\n“We’re, like, not supposed to until our shift ends, remember?”\n\n“You’re so right. What would I do without you? You’re the smart one, M-182.”\n\n“Um, DUH!” \n\nThey turned and went back to work, leaving Maka and Brock to slam against the door to the 2nd floor.\n[center]\n____________________[/center]\n\n\n“Where are they now, Unit U-467?” Daddy asked, bursting the door open to the security pit. “My proximity alarms went off.”\n\n“They’re like, totally, on the 2nd floor, Daddy.” U-467 turned to face him. “I don’t know how we didn’t catch them. There are like, so many of us there!”\n\nDaddy approached the screens, viewing the monitor that showed their intruders opening the door to the 2nd floor and snooping around. “Can’t say I’m surprised,” he sighed. “I didn’t program you for that. Well, not yet anyway.” He chuckled to himself and continued. “Looks like the female is topless now. The serum is working.”\n\n“What’s that mean, exactly, Daddy?”\n\n“It means, my dearest little bimbo,” he caressed her tits, getting moan of pleasure from her, “that the longer they wait, the sooner they’ll end up like you. We just need to get them covered in latex to seal the deal. I barely visit the 2nd floor, wonder how research is going.” He pinched her nipples, getting her to scream.\n\nWhy don’t I go on break, and we can watch them together?” He pulled his sweatpants down, revealing his cum stained boxers. “Oooooooh, you naughty, Daddy!” She pounced on him, sending the chair backwards and spinning wildly.\n[center]\n____________________[/center]\n\n\n“What is this place?” Brock asked. The room was bathed in an eerie pale blue light, with the corners of said room still cast in darkness. The light spilled from two rows of what looked like short pedestals. Brock held Maka’s hand as they sidled against the wall, peering toward the light. A distinct, musty smell filled the entire floor from the dust being kicked up by their feet.\n\n“Like, where’s the door or whatever?” Maka asked, trying to yank her arm out of Brock’s hand.\n\n“I don’t know,” he said nervously. He suddenly fell over, his shoes bursting from the soles and ripping apart. Clawed skunk feet emerged, leaving his sneakers in pieces. “Shit,” he bemoaned. “We totes gotta get outta here.” He shot his hands over his mouth.\n\nIt was getting worse.\n\n“You worry too much, babes.” Maka replied from a few feet away. In the few seconds Brock’s hands weren’t holding hers, she had wandered to explore. \n\n“Maka!” Brock shouted, struggling to balance on his newly transformed feet. “Don’t wander off!”\n\n“Hello?” A different voice asked. “Like, is there?”[i] FUCK![/i] Brock could barely see, Maka ran off, and it sounded like there was someone else here. “Like, hello?”\n\nBrock hesitated, but decided to try something… crazy.\n\n“Yah, babes. I totally, like, got lost and shit.” he said, trying his best not to lose his cool.\n\n“Oh, Y-174 is that you?” The voice called out. He couldn’t figure out where the other drone was. “No, uh, you silly. I’m…” he hesitated, “B-182. You remember, don’t you?” He smacked himself. [i]B-182? Really?![/i]\n\nThere was a pause. “Umm, I don’t.” Something shuffled in the corner. “But, I’m literally stupid, so I’m totally not surprised I forgot.” The drone giggled. “It gets so boring guarding this floor, you know? I mean, no one ever comes here.”\n\nIt was working! He decided to creep along and try to find Maka. “So, like, what is this floor anyway?”\n\n“Oh, I totes can’t tell you. That’s for me, Z-154, and Daddy to know. Sorry, babes.”\n\n“Aw, c’mon, babes. You know you can trust me, right?” Silence. Then a slight movement by the pedestals of light made him think he had found Maka. [i]God, I hope she’s smart enough to not find these drones and like, hug them or something. [/i]\n\n“I dunno. Daddy told me not to tell anyone. He’s be super angry if I, like, told someone else the secret and shit.” Then under her breath, the drone said quietly, “Probably not fuck me, either.”\n\n“C’mon, babes. Spill the tea.” He felt that this bimbo speak was getting easier and easier the more he tried to fake it. “Tell me everything.” He banked on the fact that bimbos couldn’t resist gossip. Luckily, he was right.\n\n“Ok, I’ve TOTES been itching to tell.” Brock snuck over to the pedestals and crouched behind them, hoping that being near the lights would give something away. Sadly, Maka was still missing! “Ok, so get this. A few weeks ago, we found this human right? We sent him down to that stank ass third floor, cause Daddy was having a horrible time with this latex, right? Haven’t seen him since, but there are so many more of us! Yaaay!”\n\nEven if this girl was a bimbo, she sure knew the right thing to say. A few weeks ago? That was when Zed disappeared. Brock couldn’t answer. At last, a clue to where he was! “And these things here,” the voice sounded closer than ever now, “are where we keep the failures.”\n\nThe blue lights amplified, illuminating the room, and giving his position away.\n\nEven so, he couldn’t look away. On top of the pedestals were clear stasis tubes! Right out of a sci-fi movie! The water flowing through them held their hostages in place. But hardly any of them looked like living beings, merely black blobs aside from two.\n\nThe fifth creature in the row on his right looked more humanoid than the rest. Clearly a failed test subject. With only one yogaball sized boob, and a cock pencil thin and three feet long, he could only imagine what could have possibly gone wrong. Then there was the other one. “MAKA!” \n\nInside an unoccupied tube was Maka, being forced inside by yet another Skunk Drone. They had been found out! The drone shut the door and sealed it shut, while Maka pounded on the glass, hoping to shatter it. “Look at these freaks, Q-78,” the new drone said to her counterpart. Brock turned around, fearing that it had happened. The thing which he was referring to was that one trope in horror movies when you’re trying to run away from something, but encounter something else, then you find the thing you were running from is right behind you.\n\nSure enough, the other skunk drone he’d been faking a conversation with.\n\n“Le gasp! You totes fooled me.” They were even sexier up close. Their tits were massive, probably as large as their head, and not in the rhetorical sense. Clad entirely in black latex, Q-78’s hips were as large as his were now, if not slightly more. The large tail behind her stood upright, picturesque even, her drone designation number plastered lengthwise down the front-facing side of it.\n\nMost shocking of all was the very intimidating, girthy cock. It was unlike those of the other drones. While theirs seemed to go for length, Q-78's was only half the size but made up for that in girth. It looked like it could split him in two! To some, she was the very ideal of a skunk lady, if only she weren’t covered in latex.\n\nThen, there was the visor.\n\nWhat looked like a clear glass VR headset was strapped to her face, faint afterimages of a screen on the other side reflecting through.\n\n“And there’s two of them. Totes awesome job, Q-79, bestie!”\n\n“You know it, babes.” Brock turned to look at the other drone once more. Sure enough, it was like looking at a clone, aside from the ‘Q-79’ on the tail, and lack of a cock.\n\n“What are you gonna do with us?” Brock asked belligerently. Maka tried to add something to the matter, but the glass was so thick, her words became garbled beyond comprehension. Seeing this fail, she opted to pound on the glass one more time.\n\n“See here, little man.” Q-78 said with snark. “Hotties like us should totes not even have to deal with freaks like you,” she pointed to him with as much sass as possible. “And we wanna save Daddy the trouble dealing with you, so we’re literally gonna finish you off.”\n\nShe turned to her comrade and winked. Q-79 rotated a section on the pedestal, revealing a control panel with several colorfully backlit buttons. She started pressing them, and a meter on the side lit up, indicating something sinister. “Start her up, bestie. I’ll get this one. Get the latex though? Thankies.” After pushing a few buttons, Q-79 turned toward the darkness, walking over to where a large silver cylinder sat from the ceiling to the floor.\n\nAs soon as Q-79 turned around, Brock bolted for the stasis tube with Maka inside. “Where’s the lock and shit?” he asked in a valley girl tone. “Like, let her go!” he banged on the glass, staring at Maka frantically as water started to fill the tube. “MAKA!”\n\n“Don’t run, you little freak, we’re only getting,” Q-78 started to say, and with a surprising burst of speed, was upon him in a mere second, “started.” Q-78 wrapped her arms around him, her strength higher than he expected. She carried him to the tube next door to Maka’s and shut the door. Opening the control panel, she fiddled with the buttons.\n\n“Hey, wait!” Brock shouted, only to hear his voice reverberate in the small chambers. Q-78 showed no sign of hearing him at all, or if she did, she was an excellent actress. The neon lights from underneath him were blinding, causing him to squint. He could barely see Maka when he turned, her struggling to stay afloat with water up to her neck.\n\nWhat happened next, though, shocked both of them.\n\nSomething seemed to be sprouting from her back, just above her bubbly ass, poking out from her flesh like a horror movie. Suddenly, a long, bony tail erupted from it, the fluffy fur instantly soaked to the skin. She looked more like a skunk than ever before. Whiskers sprouted from her snout, only furthering the progression of her botched transformation. He couldn’t look away! A long, yellow stripe, starting at her head, appeared in her fur and trailed down to her new tail. What was causing all this, though?\n\nThere could only be one thing. The stasis tube liquid. Was it water, or something else?\n\nOr maybe the transformation was progressed with sleep?\n\nThat didn’t matter! Maka was crossing the point of no return, and he was powerless to stop it! He leaned against the glass, watching her transform into a sexy, stunning, absolutely otherworldly anthro skunk. Her breasts were getting even larger! Inflating as if someone shoved a pump into them, they reached sizes that certainly would hurt her back, nearly as large as a watermelon each and still growing!\n\nCrazier still was the bulge growing in her pants. It was a frightful, yet incredible sight. Ripping through her pants and continuing to develop was an enormous horse cock. Something started throbbing inside Brock. That same feeling when he saw Maka’s breasts on the first floor. He [i]yearned[/i] for that kind of equipment.\n\nSeeing a woman not only HAVE a cock, but be larger than HIM made him feel so… so… puny. It kept getting longer. Thicker. Veinier… “My god, she’s totally stacked!”\n\n“Oh, em gee,” Q-78 said with glee. “Bestie, look at this freak. He’s hard!” She pointed to Brock, laughing at him through the glass. He looked around his body, looking for whatever it was she was laughing at.[i] Oh my god! WHY NOW!?!?![/i]\n\nJust then, a goofy song came to mind that he never took seriously – until now, that is. NSP was right. This wasn’t a No Reason Boner though; this was a nervous tension boner, right? There wasn’t a chance in hell that he found this situation hot! He could tuck away his johnson, but he could never tuck away the shame.\n\nBrock’s body was telling him to do what he always did. ‘Jerk it, Bro.’ He longed to grasp his cock and just go to town, but hesitated…\n[b]\nC’mon, just do it! You’re already half skunk and trapped! What’s the point? Just have some fun.[/b]\n\nThe argument with his conscience fell silent as he felt his feet get wet. He looked down and saw that Q-78 had finished setting up the control panel. This was it. No escape.\n\n“You know, I may as well.”\n\nHe grasped his member, feeling the sweet satisfaction of submission clutch him. He was instantly throbbing. He ran his large bapper up and down his shaft, watching Maka’s head fall under the liquid he wasn't fully convinced was water anymore. Curiously, she didn't start choking, instead, grasped her new cock with one hand and tugged and pulled at her nipples with the other, clumsy mitt. They stared at each other with a knowing aura about them, something along the lines of, ‘If this is it, we may as well go out having fun.’ \n\nAs the liquid reached Brock’s knees, he felt a curious warbling wash through his body. His body, like his brain, surrendered to the situation and seemed to be adjusting just as Maka’s had. His thighs were already juicy, but he could feel them expanding even larger still! “Yeah,” Maka moaned in a natural bimbo tone of voice, “at least I’ll be sexy.”\n\nA thought crossed his mind. “Wait.” His face fell, but his hand refused to stop jerking. “MAKA!” HE shouted, hoping that his voice would be loud enough for her to hear.\n\n“MAKA!” Maka’s head turned to face him, hearts in her eyes with their shared goon session. “I, like, never told you!”\n\n“Oh, ma gawd,” Q-78 covered her mouth, suspecting what he was about to say. “Bestie, you’re missing all the fun! Are you done getting the latex or what?”\n\nQ-78 shouted from the shadows where she was tampering with the nozzle on the Latex vat. “Just about, god. You know it’s slow!”\n\nMaka didn’t respond verbally, but kept her attention on Brock as the liquid filled up to his balls, sending a jolt through his body. “I, GAH!” His knees collapsed, splashing into the fluid. His head was just above water. “I… I LOVE YOU!”\n\nFinally, Maka reacted. Her mouth fell open in shock, her eyes went wide, and she almost stopped stroking her massive cock. “I never had the nerve to tell you!” All this shouting was hurting his lungs, his ears ringing with the reverb. \n\n[b]Get it all out now. You won’t get the chance afterward.[/b]\n\nMaka placed a hand on the glass. Unable to speak, she mouthed the words as best she could. “I, like, already know.” She removed her hand from the glass and started furiously jacking off, the two-foot shaft aching for release. \n\nShe knew the whole time? “WHAT?!?!?!” Brock ripped his hand from his cock and pounded the glass. “WHAT?!?!?!?!” It was no use. Maka was too engrossed in her masturbation to listen. Her face scrunched up as if in pain. She screamed, as jets of cum shot from her new cock, stopping mid motion once they lost their momentum in the stasis fluid as if it were a frozen moment in time.\n\nSeveral ropes extra joined the party, cutting through the fluid but succumbing to the physics and dispersing. Maka’s arms fell to her sides, exhausted from ejaculation. The tank was full, and a brilliant flash filled the tank, leaving her in complete stasis.\n\n“NO!” Maka pounded on the tank, not realizing that the fluid level was up to his chin now. “Don’t leave me like this!” He realized it was no use and hung his head in sorrow. He should have known. She was way out of his league. He didn't even notice that his cock was shrinking, and just because the mood was ruined either. His faithful member was receding into his body, and his balls were slowly turning inside out as they followed suit, forming a new, pristine pussy. \n\n“I'm here,” Q-79 huffed carrying two heavy buckets of slopping latex. “What did I miss?” She set one down next to Brocks tank and locked eyes with his member, shriveling away. “Why does the freak look, like, sad and shit?”\n\n“He totes confessed and was low-key denied,” Q-78 replied. “I wanna feel bad, but at the same time, I don't. Once we're done, he won't remember.”\n\n“Aww, lame.” Q-79 set the other bucket next to Maka's tube, and gazed at the results. “This ones a total babe.” She pointed at the new skunk in the vat, frozen in place. “That jizz literally looks so good.” She licked her lips.\n\nQ-78 grabbed the bucket that her counterpart had left with her. “We gonna do this or what?” She opened another chamber in the side of the pedestal, revealing an intake valve that looked like a fuel filter port on a car. “I wanna go on break and,” she wiggled her pelvis, making her Jurassic member shake and wobble, “get some R&R.”\n\nShe started pouring the latex into Brock’s stasis tube, watching it ooze inside.\n\nQ-79 giggled, just setting down her latex bucket from Maka’s stasis tube. “What's stopping us from doing it right now?” She approached her, a sure wiggle in her fat ass cheeks. “You. Me. Right now.” She poked Q-78’s chest, sinking her finger into her soft, squishy breast. “Literally, right now. Literally, right here.”\n\n“You’re on, bitch.” The smallest amount of latex spilled from the bucket as the two fell to the ground. Q-78 pinned Q-79 to the floor and stared at her. “You are [i]such [/i]a whore.” Her cock started to twitch, eager to penatrate her bestie for the millionth time. “How many times have we done this now?”\n\n“Too many.” They tilted their heads and planted their lips together, long black tongues coiling around each other and sliding down their throats.\n\nAll the while, Brock watched as the latex poured in their tubes was introduced into the liquid, worming its way through the medium effortlessly. It reached Maka’s foot and instantly wrapped around it, climbing the rest of her body. Brock didn’t even bother to resist. It was over. He felt his legs get encased in something warm and slimy as the stasis fluid washed over his body. His cock was gone, replaced by a new, pristine pussy. He didn’t care, though. He didn’t even care that there was a tingling in his chest. Two buds sprouted on his chest, only growing larger and rapidly at that. Lemons, grapefruits, watermelons, all so quickly, his body became anything but his original one. A snout entered his vision, blocking a portion of his view, but that would soon be adjusted.\n\n[b]Well, you’re totes taking this well. [/b]A nagging voice in his head echoed. \n\n“I don’t have anything left,” Brock said, the liquid flowing down his throat, knowing he was just talking to himself at this point. Even the voice in his head was changing. Maka was half covered now, no trace of her fur where the latex was touching. Even her new, beautiful, delicious looking cock became enraptured with the goop. He reached for his own, just to find it wasn’t there. He sighed, seeing that he was nearly gone.\n\nWhatever happens now, he may not remember. He leaned back, allowing the latex to cover him, washing over his wide, sensual thighs and ass, up to his waist, then to his tits.\n\n“You are [i]such [/i]a slut!” Q-87 chortled as she pulled her dripping tongue out of Q-79’s throat. “I know what you want, though.” She grasped her cock, poking Q-79’s loose, stretched entrance. “You love this special, prime cock, right?”\n\n“Just put it in already, you meanie!” Q-79 begged. Rather than play her partner’s silly games, she thrust her hips forward and rammed her body onto the shaft that teased her to tantalizingly. “YAAAAAAAS!” She shouted. Hearts showed on her visor, elation gushing from every ounce of her suit, making her latex pulse and throb like the cock that she forced inside of her. “OH! Fock me harder, bestie!”\n\nAs the latex crawled up to his neck, caressing his new supple curves, the stasis tank filled to the top. The light flashed, and he felt the water start to harden. He took one last look at Maka before the latex covered his head, realigning his ears —the final feature that had remained human throughout this whole ordeal. As the latex enveloped the tip of his new, skunk-like tail that surged from his body, he started freezing in the stasis fluid.\n\nThe fluid began slowing his heart, keeping it just above the threshold to keep him alive. In the faint reflection inside the tank, Brock saw his body and didn't recognize himself at all. There wasn't a chance to dwell on it, though, as his brain slowed to such a slow pace that he was practically a statue.\n\n“I'm gonna totally cum!” Q-79 thrust in and out of her playmate, more than eager to watch her stomach inflate with all the spunk that was about to shoot from her rod.\n\n“Take it all, you whore!”\n\n“Fock yeah, bestie!” Her visor was sending warning signals now, but she ignored them. Drones weren't supposed to fuck eachother, but these two often disobeyed that. Being only a few of the original run, their autonomy allowed for a few overrides. The risk of what Daddy would do if they were caught, which they never were, was far less important than the pleasure that sharing the forbidden act of borderline incest sex gave them. “Fill me to bursting!” A pink mist began leaking from her asshole, surrounding the two in a cloud too dense to see in, even inside as they were.\n\nQ-78 got her wish. As she felt the cock inside of her pulse and throb, the head increasing in size, goo began spewing into her belly wildly, making her abdomen jiggle like jelly. She screamed like a slut, welcoming the seed inside her, and wrapped her legs around Q-79, pulling her cock inside deeper and pushing past the entrance to her womb.\n\nThe two stayed there on the floor, continuing their breeding session, not letting the setting keep them from rocking their socks off.\n\n\n[center]____________________[/center]\n\n\n\n“Oh, Daddy,” U-467 cooed as she lay on the floor, hearts in her eyes. “That was literally the best.” Daddy rose from the floor, his fleshy body sweaty and jiggling. “I know, that’s what I programmed you to think.”\n\nHis hair was slipping out of the hair tie, but he didn’t bother to fix it. “What’s going on?” He turned to the security cameras. “Take a break, U-467, I got this.” He sat in the chair and fiddled with the controls a bit, searching for the intruders. “Where did they go?”\n\nTurning the camera left and right, zooming and and out, he scanned the 2nd floor, handling the joystick just as well as his own cock. What caught his attention were two skunk drones fucking in the light of the stasis tubes. The tubes previously empty were occupied with the most anthro-looking drones yet, even out of all of them.\n\n“Hold up.” He zoomed in, and reached for his pocket. [i]Oh wait, his sweatpants were on the floor.[/i] So he bent down and reached further, pulling his phone from the pants pocket. He turned it on and tapped through the menus.\n\n> Contacts\n\n> Z-154\n\n> Call\n\n[i]Ring, Ring…[/i]\n\n“Z, it’s me. I have some interesting news for you.”\n\n“Yeah. I’ll be keeping track on my end.”\n\n“I think we found the perfect subjects for the Prime project.”\n\n\n\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\n\n\n\nTwo blinking red lights flashed, piercing the soft blue glow of the stasis tubes on the 2nd floor. As the control panel signalled that the cycle had completed, the stasis fluid drained, slowly filtering through mesh inside the base of the console.\n\nOnce sufficient levels of fluid had been drained, a [i]yellow [/i]light started flashing, and gloved hands emerged from below. The hands injected a green fluid into the subject’s arms, jumpstarting their biological processes. Within only a few minutes, they started moving, but were very confused.\n\nThe twin latex-covered skunks, making various disgruntled noises, walked out through the automatically opened doors of the stasis tube and fell to the floor with a wet splat. It was the skunk with a penis who was first to stand and check on the other.\n\n“Like, are you ok?”\n\nShe pulled the skunk up from the ground, it’s heavy tits weighing it down.\n\n“Totes no idea.” The skunk looked at the being that assisted it, think it looked very odd, but something in her brain was saying otherwise. The massive tits, wide thighs, bubbly butt, and lengthy cock was registering as normal to her.\n\nShe couldn’t rip her emerald-green eyes away from the cock. Nearly two feet long and as wide as a can of soda, it oozed pre-cum, a steady flow pooling at the rounded tip and oozing down the back of the shaft. Her mouth started watering instinctively. “You, uh,” she started saying, but was interrupted by the penis-wielding skunk.\n\n“Nice pussy,” she said bluntly. She pointed to the dripping cunt of the other skunk. Her first instinct was to lick it. The pool of femcum forming under her was slowly getting larger and larger. “We literally have the same problem.”\n\n“We totes do!” She blushed. “Wait, what’s your name, bestie?” She turned and faced the cock she wanted a taste of. “I bet your name is something Italian, like Rodrigo.” She caressed the dick in her hands. The warmth seeping through the latex radiated into hers. \n\nThe skunk placed a hand on her surprise partner’s head and giggled. “You’re, like, so silly.” But then, she paused. “Wait, I don’t remember my name…” \n\nNow both bimbos had paused. “Oh noes, I don’t have one either!” Fluids continued to dribble from their nethers, despite the shocking realization. “Well, your name must be Cock, with a fantastic cock like this.” She licked it, having that moral dilemma sorted out. It triggered all of the dopamine in her system, sending her over the moon.\n\n“And you must be,” Cock thought about her new bestie’s name. She didn’t have a dick like she did. Having her dick pleasured while trying to think was so difficult. The one community brain cell between them was struggling to stay on task. “You’re name, [i]oh[/i], must totally be pussy.” She grasped Pussy’s head with both hands, pulling her pelvis back and readying herself for full penatration.\n\n“Or maybe mouth. We’ll totally see which is better,” she said with the enthusiasm that only a bimbo with sex on the brain could give. \n\nPussy didn’t hesitate. Her long, black tongue wrapped around Cock’s head, savoring the delicious flavor of the latex-wrapped schlong. Cock shoved it into her mouth, going right past the opening and down her throat. Her latex body had ample amounts of give, stretching to give the length plenty of room to defile.\n\nThe salty taste of her precum coated her tongue, lingering all the while her member was there. Cock’s pupils narrowed, the tightness of Pussy’s throat was compressing her dick just enough to bring her to the edge of cumming already! “Fock! Pussy, I’m gonna cum!”\n\nPussy wrapped her arms around Cock’s legs, begging for a full load of her seed. Almost cartoonishly, her cock doubled in size, akin to a kink in a hose, then started unloading, visibly shrinking as Pussy’s stomach seemed to take it all in one go.\n\nPussy’s eyes watered with joy. \n\n“Whoa,” Cock commented as she started pulling out of Pussy’s throat, feeling weak at the knees. “That was, like, amazing.”\n\nPussy fell backward, grasping her ankles and spreading her legs open in a V position. “You’re totes not done yet, Cock.” Her pussy was practically gushing now, begging for something to spread it wide open. Cock had only started going soft before seeing that, but had shot to the sky, all two feet fully erect once more. \n\n“My bestie is a total slut!” She got on her knees and started licking the eager entrance. The fluid was so sticky! It clung to her tongue like the latex her body was now made of. Everything tasted like Pussy’s fluids and she knew nothing better. Pussy screamed, finally getting the action she longed for.\n\nIt didn’t take long for Pussy to climax, thanks to her bestie’s excellent tongue work. She shot bursts of fresh femcum onto Cock’s black face, making her glisten even more in the low, blue light. It was then that Cock had an idea. She shoved her tongue deep into Pussy’s pristine snatch, slurping as much femcum as possible, filling her mouth. Then, she climbed overtop of her, Pussy’s inflated pully and their monstrous breasts making it rather difficult to get close to eachother.\n\nWith one mischievous look, she dove for Pussy’s mouth, kissing her, and shoving her tongue inside, sharing the femcum she had stored with the owner of said fluids. They moaned as they coiled their tongue’s together, femcum and saliva swirling together and creating an unholy concoction, flowing down their throats.\n\nAll the while, Cock’s cock blindly prodded for the eager Pussy’s pussy. When she finally found it, she slowly invited herself inside. A muffled moan from Pussy let her know she was ready. Inch by inch, she went inside, femcum acting as lubricant. She had never felt anything like it before! Ridges and bumps lined the inside of her canals, only adding to the growing pleasures of their lesbian sex.\n\nCock immediately started thrusting, feeling her rounded tip rocket past the entrance to Pussy’s womb and stretching her belly further than she expected.\n\nIn return, Pussy ripped her mouth away from Cock, gasping for air. “Haaaaaa. Oh, ma gawd! Cock, you’re stretching me to the limit!” Cock didn’t stop, knowing a slut like Pussy wanted it. And she could prove it, too. The clenching around her dick, Pussy’s arms wrapped around her, and the fact that she wasn’t [i]actually doing [/i]anything to stop her.\n\n“You’re gonna make me cum again!” She screamed in ecstasy as more femcum coated Cock’s shaft inside of her. The explosion brought Cock close as well, and before long, she too had her repeat release. Pussy felt the dick inside of her double in size again, ramming as deeply as possible before its contents were spewed.\n\nCock was lifted into the air as her nut filled Pussy’s womb, cum leaking around the edges of the member stretching her body. \n\nAfter that, the two collapsed on the floor, already exhausted despite only just having awakened. “Like, what now?” Cock said as he gazed at Pussy, shooting her with a look of inquiry. After all that, it was hard to know what to do next.\n\nPussy gave Cock a sensual kiss on the lips. “Wait for me to, like, chill for a bit, then we explore. Duh,” she said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.\n\n“Maybe there are more dicks for me to milk.” \n\n[center]\n____________________[/center]\n\n\n\nIn a dark room, where the only light came from a small militia of computer screens, a figure in the dark was awakened by an alarm. Walking over to the screen from which the alarm came, his latex-covered body shimmered in the monitors’ light. And that visor, which covered most his skull…\n\nUnlike the visors on the skunk drones, this one was [i]intimidating, [/i]and far more scientifically advanced. Companies like Meta, Apple, Evo… they could only dream of reaching this level of advanced AR in their headsets.\n\nHe rose from the desk chair and looked at the screen through the yellow-black lenses that covered his eyes. “It seems my test subjects are awake at last.” He chuckled, stifling a bimbo-esque giggle. He watched the Pussy and cock go to town, listening to the wet plaps of sex. His own cock stirred, twitching and asking for someone to touch it.\n\nWhile one hand drifted down to the hardening cock, the other hand reached for the console. “I’ll show them the way in.” He pressed a button on his vast console and began preparing the final stages of his plan. Leaning back into his chair, he raised his free hand and began tapping, adjusting, and modifying various sliders on the HUD from his visor. “There’s like, not much time left,” his voice hitched up an octave as he giggled, sounding like one of [i]them[/i], but he cleared his throat loudly and abruptly.\n\nAll the while, he stroked his member, too late to shoot his goo to the voyeuristic view of his newest test subjects getting it on. Pussy’s stomach was inflating with cum, her screams filling the audio feed. That was fine, there was always a pair of drones mating somewhere, especially Q-78 and Q-79.\n\nHe searched the camera feeds until he found them and continued his fap.\n\n\n[center]____________________\n[/center]\n\n\nA red exit light came to life amongst the darkness of the 2nd floor. Pussy and Cock turned, immediately enratured by the new source of light. “Oooooh, look at that, Pussy.”\n\n“Think there are more friends on the next floor?” Pussy asked, rubbing her inflated belly, struggling to get off the floor.\n\n“Only, like, one way to find out.”\n\nCock pulled her bestie up off the ground withholding the desire to pin her to the ground for another round. “Maybe there’s an orgy down there.” The two slowly started walking toward the exit, jet black cum dripping from Pussy’s body and pre constantly flowing from Cock’s seemingly always-erect member.\n\nA nagging feeling lingered in Cock’s head. Why were they here? There was a reason, right? It didn’t make sense that they would just be [i]here[/i]—brief glimpses of some human that looked nothing like her shot through her head. “Were we… after something?” She stopped, trying to fight the silly memories that clearly weren’t hers.\n\nCome to think of it, though, what was she? \n\n“COCK! COME ON!” Pussy shouted from the darkness.\n\nThe staircase was fully lit, and as Cock walked in, they got their first good look at each other. Once they did, the same idea came to both of their minds, ignited by Pussy’s inflated tum and Cock’s erect dick. And that idea was to make out. Like teenagers on prom night. Latex oozed down their bodies as they shut out the world around them and sucked face. Cock’s dick found a home between Pussy’s tits and twitched, still sensistive from their wild fuck session only minutes before, cum oozing from her tip.\n\nThey finally pulled themselves apart when they needed to breathe, the cock betwixt Pussy’s meat mountains practically glued there from the concoction of cum from their breeding. “You’re totally stuck, Cock,” Pussy giggled, licking the tip of the tool that filled her to near bursting. That was enough to make it throb, knocking itself free. “You’re so hot, bestie.”\n\n“We should totes find a room down there and keep going,” Cock suggested. \n\n“YAS!” Pussy pumped her fists. “Let’s fucking go!” She ran down the stairs, her entire body shaking like a speed bag being assaulted by a boxer. Cock ran after her, nearly slipping on the cum oozing from her bestie’s pussy.\n\nThey opened the door at the bottom of the stairs and Pussy immediately started looking for a comfy place to host their next fuck session. It was dark just like the 2nd floor, but two red lights sat on the far wall, over a bed. “That’s perfect!” She ran for it, the constantly shifting weight on her body, nearly making her fall. Cock followed, not wanting to lose sight of her fuckbuddy.\n\nAs soon as Pussy dove onto the bed face first, a deluge of cum sprewing from her slit, she turned around just in time for Cock to pounce on her. “Where were we?”\n\nSuddenly, hands grasped their shoulders and lifted the two of them into the air, pulling them apart. “Well, well,” a voice said. “About time my test subjects find me.” The rest of the wall lit up, red light filling the room, and they were pulled onto examination tables mounted upright, their arms and legs instantly restrained.\n\n“Two weeks in a vat just to fuck like Catholic Rabbits.” The voice said with snark. “Honestly, I wish [i]I[/i]had that drive.”\n\n“Like, who are you?!” Pussy shouted. Cum began dribbling down the table and onto the floor. “Do you have a nice cock for us?”\n\n“Oh, I have much more than that, you bimbo.” A figure came into the light, red reflecting off the latex covering his body. His visor, more reminiscent of a campy sci-fi movie mind-reading device, covered his eyes completely. Cock glared at the figure nervously. His dick was easily larger than hers! A single breast sat on the right side of his chest.\n\n“There isn’t much time,” he said with that familiar tone that made the two skunks think this was a friend. “We need to, like, finish the testing and shit. Before it’s totes too late for me.” He waved his hand, and two hands lowered from the ceiling holding a syringe with a familiar orange fluid.\n\n“Hey,” Cock started to say, “I know what-YOW!” Without ceremony, the needles were injected into their bodies, draining the fluid in a matter of seconds. “I thought I already got my shots.” Did she, though?\n\n“Allow me to explain,” the figure said, suddenly spasming, but returning to normal. “I was tasked by Daddy to make the perfect skunk drone. Of course, I had no idea what he meant by this, but then he coated me with some of this experimental latex he had been trying to make himself.” He gestured to his body.\n\n“If I didn’t comply with his demands fast enough, my brain would be lost, nothing but,” he shuddered, “one of them.” His body spasmed and nearly fell over. Pussy watched with awe as another breast, a second to make a pair, grew on his body, inflating like someone filling a balloon with air. “But it’s already too late.” His tone changed, embracing a full bimbo tone of voice, with that nasal tone.\n\n“I’ve met his demands, but I can’t save myself.” He stood, feeling properly balanced now. “So I may as well, like, totes join them willingly.” He grabbed a syringe from a table nearby and shoved it into his arm. “With my besties.” He injected the fluid.\n\n“Wait…” Cock’s mouth fell open. Those lingering memories all came back in full force. “ZED!” She tried to rip herself away from the restraints. “ZED! It’s us!” Momentary awareness struck her. “We came to find you!”\n\nZed, or Z-154 as Daddy designated him, chuckled psychotically. “Well, you found me.” He stumbled forward, trying to take off his visor. Pained cries filled the room, his screams sounding more and more feminine, slowly becoming sensual. “EEEYAAAAAAAA!” Z-154 shouted as the visor came off, pulling strands of latex with it. He slammed it on the floor as the ripped latex on his body reformed. “It’s literally out of my hands now.”\n\nThe green eyes gazed at Cock and Pussy. “We’ll be together again.”\n\nHe held his arms out, and a third examination table rose from the floor, almost like this was planned from the start. Hands poured from the ceiling and carried him to it, locking him in place with the other two.\n\nThen, it began.\n\nVisors, reminiscent of the ones the other drones upstairs already had, were slapped over their faces, extending around the back of their heads and sinking into their latex skulls. Z-154 did not protest, instead welcoming it. Pussy moaned and cooed with pleasure. \n\nCock, however, resisted. “NO!” She closed her eyes, seeing the bright lights on the other side of her eyelids. “I’m not letting go!” She squirmed and forced her eyes to stay shut.\n\nZ-154 succumbed to his fate. He giggled helplessly and stupidly, staring at the screen out before him. “Good bimbos are leaky and musky.” His voice droned flatly.\n\n“My pussy drips and my mind slips.” Pussy spoke in the same flat tone, allowing her visor to work on her feeble, draining brain. \n\nGloved hands lowered from the ceiling and grasped the resisting drone's pulsing member, catching her by surprise. This one needed a little help. Her eyes opened abruptly, the black and white swirly pattern on the screen meeting her. “Wait! I-”\n\n[i]…..[/i]\n[i]\n…..[/i]\n[i]\n…..[/i]\n\n“Jiggle and Play. Must Obey.”\n\nAll it took was one glimpse. All resistance washed away like a beach ball in the ocean.\n\nThey were all under the spell, unaware of the changes that Z-154 had harnessed with the serum. The hands brought each of them a girthy horsecock dildo, shoving them into their leaking, needy pussies. They voiced their approvals with a slew of moans as every inch, the medial ring, and knot of the three foot toy was forced inside of them.\n\nA switch at the base of them was flipped, and they started vibrating. The room was instantly filled with their unfiltered, unique pleasured sounds. Cum erupted from Z-154’s dick, flying across the room and landing the the control panel in front of his many monitors. Sparks began to fly, and warning messages flashed on the screens.\n\n[i]Oh no! The surprise spew of semen fried the circuit boards![/i]\n\nSix more syringes fell from the ceiling, the hands that held them readily jagging them into their drone bodies, injecting the contents thoroughly. But they had no idea it was happening, their minds already having been wiped. The latex that cocered their sexy bodies began to shift and warp. Thin tentacles sprouted from their fat thighs, connecting to each other and forming handles, bringing a new definition to the term ‘love handles.’\n\nTheir nipples flexed, expanding and stretching, each becoming what was clearly a thick and lucious pair of lips. All of which began to drool, tongues sticking out, panting with the lust the syringes awarded them. \n\n[b]Good bimbos are leaky and musky.[/b]\n\n[b]Our cocks drip and minds slip.[/b]\n\n[b]Jiggle and play, we must obey.[/b]\n\nThe new drones chanted their mantra together, but with increasing struggle. Their mouths stiffened in an O-shape, another pair of DSLs forming around them. They’d become more like sex toys than drones at this stage, but they were helpless.\n\nTo compensate for all the new useable holes, the hands got to work filling them. Dildo after dildo was shoved into their bodies, their mouths and tits stuffed with horse cocks. Even if they were unable to speak, their visors flashed the messages above the hypnotic swirl, driving Daddy’s message deep into their minds.\n\n[i]Good bimbos are leaky and musky.[/i]\n \n[i]Our cocks drip and minds slip.[/i]\n[i]\nJiggle and play, we must obey.[/i]\n\nPink spray spewed from their assholes, filling the lab with an aphrodesiac gas and sending their bodies into a lustful overdrive. Moans spilled from their onahole mouths and lips, eager to voice their thoughts on the situation. Cum leaked from Z-154’s and Cock’s dick’s, practically coating the table underneath them with their black, gooey seed. Occasional spurts shot out from them, hitting the control panel.\n\n[b]3 minutes to hypnosis comple-[/b]\n\n[i]Splash![/i]\n\n[i]Kzzzzzzzzzzzkt! Ckkehcckketkt![/i]\n\n[b]7 minutes to hypnosis completion.[/b]\n\nThe malfunctioning equipment seemed all too eager to keep them under.\n\n[center]\n* * *[/center]\n\n\n“Open the door, Unit Q-78. I’m not going in there myself.” A male voice said from the other side of the stair case. The door opened and both Q-78 and Q-79 stepped in, instantly hit with the cloud of pink pheromone gas. They sniffed and sniffed as they wandered in. “This freak knows how to live,” Q-78 said impressed. “I totes wanna meet him.”\n\n“Yas,” Q-79 agreed. “Why didn’t I think of like, doing this?” she gestured to the room in general, unable to think of the words. \n\n“Enough of that, Units!” The voice called. “Find the button to open the vents!”\n\n“Ugh. Fine.” They walked through the pink wonderland, resisting the urge to get down and fuck eachother on the spot. Whatever Daddy demanded shalt be done, after all. After some fiddling with the cum soaked control panel, loud fans filtered the pink fumes up through the vents and out of the room.\n\n“At last. Z-154, you’ve been delaying me long enough.” In stepped Daddy, the total nerd that ran the place. “If I am not mistaken, you should have become one of them by this point. You better have provided… results…” he turned to see the three strapped to a table. “I see.” He chuckled. “Still had that last bit of human in you after all.” He fiddled with the control panel, trying to avoid getting his hands too sticky and gross. The hands came down from the ceiling and removed the various plugs from the three drone’s holes, and the restraints were undone. They stood there, waiting for something. “Units?” They shot to attention. “Which one of you is Z-154?”\n\n“Like, I am Daddy!” The drone in the middle said so proudly. “I’m so happy to be your Skunk drone and shit. Like, you wouldn’t believe.”\n\n“Who are these two?” He pointed to Cock and Pussy on either side of him.\n\n“This is, like, my two besties, Cock and Pussy, Daddy. They literally haven’t met you yet. Oh, ma gawd. I can’t believe it. You have to say hi!”\n\n“I liked him better as weird half thing,” Daddy mumbled. “Those names have got to go. I can’t be having you two have such abysmal names. No drones of mine will be without standard identification.” He walked up to Cock and looked her over. “Nice tits,” he said as he grabbed them, checking the springiness.\n\n“Very nice thighs. And what a cock!” He grasped it, feeling it’s size in his hands. “Puts mine to shame,” he mumbled. Daddy grasped the handles on their thighs and gave them a solid tug, seeing that they didn’t rip or bend. “What are these supposed to be?” He traced his finger along the lips on their breasts, and drew it back when he saw it open, and a wet tongue reached out to lick his finger. “Lipples. A nice touch.”\n\nHe turned to Pussy and, not as enthusiastically, looked her over. The only thing he bothered to check was her plush, stretched-out vagina. “You’re a slut, aren’t you?” He knew this for a fact, as he had been watching them over the security cameras. “As much as I despise women, and believe that they should have a cock, the market would not agree with me.” He turned around, then addressed the three of them directly.\n\n“You three are going to assist me in creating the newest line of Skunk Drones. “You two,” he pointed to Z-154 and Cock, “will be adjusting our current supply of latex with your own, ensuring we don’t have to dispose of what we have. But first,” he brought his hand to his chin. “Better names. I was never good at these. Uh…” He looked at the two news drones, despising such blunt names. “Ok, ok. Pussy, you’re X-1, and the first in the X series, and Cock, you’ll be Y-1, and the first in the Y series. There. Simple enough.”\n\nHe grunted in frustration. “Now everyone come with me. We need to get everyone converted to the new model.”\n\n[center]____________________[/center]\n\n\n“OH, EM, GEE!” A crowd surrounded the three new model drones. They watched as the brave volunteers were instantly transformed, Z-154 and Y-1 unloading their seed into the basic-bitch bimbo drone models while the futa models jizzed into X-1. Handles grew from their body, lipples sprouted from their nipples, and their mouths took on a new, lustful shape. “MY TURN! I WASNT MY TOTES FREE UPGRADE!” They all shouted at once.\n\n“Ladies, please, there’s plenty of time for all of you to get down and dirty with your sisters,” Daddy said with slight impatience. He stood next to Q-78 and Q-79. “Didn’t you wake the rest of the Q-series from cryo-sleep?”\n\n“We’ll do that after the Basic Bitches are totes converted,” Q-79 said with authority. “They’ll need more convincing.”\n\n“Besides, you’ll totes need us as your bodyguards and stuff,” Q-78 added. “You can’t have us be sex-crazed bimbos.”\n\n“You’re already sex-crazed bimbos, you idiots,” Daddy sighed. “I need to keep you two fairly autonomous in case my growing army decides to be, well, stupid. You can keep them in check.” He watched as one by one, the basic models took on the new X and Y appearance. Even the visors were modified.\n\n“Man, I hope I never find myself on the wrong end of that latex.”\n"
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"description": "Maka and Brock investigate an abandoned factory to find their friend Zed, who's been gone for a month. They have no idea what they're in for, though. Discovering that the factory is not at all abandoned, but occupied by a bunch of bimbo speaking skunk drones! Still adamant to find their friend they venture through the factory, getting caught in trap after trap, slowly becoming skunks themselves, and eventually meeting a literally sexy fate! Like, yas queen. This is totes a story for all you bimbo lovers out there, like, gurl. If you wanna see some lameos become fabulous and skunky, keep reading and shit. Hell yeah, babes!\n\nPart one of a sexy trilogy for Anonymous, we're getting into some sexy TFs and brain drain territory with this one. Stick around for parts 2 and 3. More skunks! More drones! More bimbo speak!\n\nAs always: share with your friends, drop a fave, and leave a comment\n\nFor the PDF: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/61312154/"
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"writing": "[center]Skunkspiracy\n\nPart 1 - Skunkception[/center]\n\nA chill nighttime breeze blew across the empty parking lot. They’d been driving in circles all evening, the GPS sending them on wild goose chases every other turn thanks to the bad reception in the area. At last, though, they’d found themselves in the right place. An abandoned factory surrounded by half-dead, four-foot-tall overgrown grass. A breeding ground for mosquitoes in the arid summer heat.\n\n“Are you sure this is the right place?” Brock asked as he got out of the Prius, the only car in sight. His shoulder-length auburn hair whipped to the side in the wind, covering his face. He swatted at mosquitoes who were instantly attracted to his delicious flesh, regretting his choice of clothing – cargo shorts and a t-shirt. “In the middle of nowhere?”\n\n“I’m sure of it,” Maka replied, flipping her hair over to the right, showing her buzzed left half. She sat in the driver’s seat, checking herself in the mirror, making sure the lotus pattern on her shaved side was still in its right shape. She wanted to look good if they got caught and sent to jail.\n\n“This was the address Zed gave me when he left. Even if it sent us the wrong way a few times, I can see why,” she checked her GPS, then her signal. “We have barely anything out here.” She grabbed her short leather jacket and hopped out of the car.\n\n“No point in wasting time. We’re going in.”\n\nShe pointed to the building in front of them, slinging her jacket over her tank top. Roughly the size of an average college dormitory, the bricks had lost nearly all of their white paint. Whatever remained was already peeling off. Frosted blue windows lined the sides of the building, several of them shattered and blocked by panels of OSB, rotting from exposure to the elements.\n\n“We should call the police, Maka!” Brock protested. “He’s been gone for a month, ok? We aren’t vigilantes. You really think we can break in there and find any evidence of him being kidnapped,” he struggled to speak through the swarm of mosquitoes, waving his arms wildly, “held hostage, I don’t know, something?!”\n\n“Keep your voice down!” Maka held her hand out toward him. “You’re gonna alert them before we even try anything.” She opened the trunk and grabbed a black crossbody bag covered in colorful pins and buttons. “We need to find out what happened to Zed, and I’m going in there with or without you.” She pulled a flashlight out of the small bag and slung it over her shoulder. “See?” Maka turned the light on and shone it into the sky.\n\n“Now why would an abandoned factory have smoke from the stacks?” Brock looked where she’d pointed the light. Sure enough, all three smokestacks of the factory were spilling fumes. “That’s sus as all hell.” She strode toward the front doors, leaving Brock behind, a stern look on her face. She’d go in alone if he was too much of a wuss.\n\n“Uh…” Brock looked at the car, then back at Maka. “Fine!” He ran to catch up.\n\nExpecting the doors to be locked, Maka grabbed them and ripped them open with force. To her surprise, they gave no resistance, flying right open. “That’s not a good sign.” A wave of dank, moldy air greeted them, Maka nearly falling over at the scent.\n\n“How so?” Brock asked, panting as he caught up. \n\n“If they’re just unlocked, they must be expecting us.”\n\n“Or they’re just lax with security because they know no one will come out here unless they’re supposed to be here?” Brock suggested. “How many people do you think are gonna walked in here uninvited, let alone drive here in the first place?”\n\n“We’ll see.” Maka stepped inside, Brock behind her. “We’re coming for ya, Zed,” she whispered. The place was a disaster. Gaylord boxes overflowed with papers and other, smaller cardboard boxes, while dirt, leaves, and other debris covered the floor along with the overflowed papers. \n\n“Welp, there’s nothing here,” Brock said quickly. “Time to go.” Maka grabbed him by the collar of his shirt as he turned to leave, pulling him further inside. “Come on!” Brock whined. Do you see any doors here? There’s just the abandoned factory floor.” He gestured to the wide open space, filled with the Gaylord boxes. “There’s no way Zed came here; it was a fluke. Your GPS got it wrong.” He continued spitting excuses. \n\n“Ugh, some friend you are, Brock.” Maka thought about releasing him in spite, but that’d risk losing him, too. Even with the flashlight, she blended in with the darkness, no thanks to her black attire or her skin tone. They dove deeper into the factory, fighting off the stench and occasionally tripping over smaller boxes of papers.\n\nThen, Maka stopped abruptly. “Brock…” she whispered and grabbed him by the arm. Aiming the light at the far wall, the two made a discovery. “Look at that.”\n\nA doorway on the far wall.\n\nAn eerie orange light spilled out of the cracks. “Oh, hell no.” Brock tried to back away, but Maka’s grip was tight around his arm. “Don’t you watch horror movies?” Brock asked with a hiss. “There are aliens down there. As far as we know, Zed is one of them now.”\n\n“I don’t care.” Maka pulled him along with her, each step filling Brock with dread. She ignored his pleas even as she placed her hand on the metal handle and pulled it open. “Why does no one lock their doors here?”\n\nThis was what she was hoping for. A metal catwalk above the entire operation. Below them was an epoxy floor, alive with activity. Black, shiny creatures strode around, either performing various activities or standing in place. The orange fluorescent lights gleamed and reflected off of them as they performed their tasks. \n\n“What are those things?” Maka asked as she leaned over the catwalk.\n\n“Get down!” Brock whispered loudly, pulling her back and onto the catwalk. Maka shot him a look of distaste. “You wanna get your ass caught?”\n\n“This is huge,” she exclaimed in hushed tones. “Wait will we tell people about this.”\n\n“What about Zed?” asked Brock.\n\n“Surprised you asked,” replied Maka. Brock sighed as she continued. “We’re gonna find him first, of course. We’ll need people to believe us. Video can be faked.” \n\nBrock started sweating. “I have a bad feeling about this.”\n\n“Whatever,” Maka said. “Look, we’ll head down the stairs and sneak around a bit.” She pointed to the far end of the catwalk. “You go first so I can watch you.” Brock sighed and turned, army-crawling away with Maka at his heels.\n\nMaka couldn’t pry her eyes away from the factory floor. Some of the creatures circled a huge vat of… something, stirring it with what looked like a manual agitator. They looked like squirrels, or beavers, but… not exactly. The massive, bulbous breasts on their chests seemed to defy gravity, bobbing and jiggling up and down with every slight motion, perky nipples large and permanently erect. With the orange light reflecting on their bodies, it was hard to tell. If anything, they looked like toys of some kind. The vat was filled with something of a similar appearance - jet black and viscous. It stirred without splashing or sloshing, and was just as reflective as their bodies.\n\n“Like, oh my gawd,” a voice said. “I totes can’t believe it.”\n\n“Like, what?” Another said.\n\n“Did you, like, hear what N-311 said yesterday?”\n\n“That slut! What?”\n\n“I literally can’t even. She told B-943 that her titties were better because they were smaller. Like, girl.”\n\n“Oh. MA. GAWD!”\n\n“Oh god,” Maka groaned. “Are they bimbos?” She stopped to listen in. \n\n“You think that, like, smaller titties can service a dick better? No way, gurl.”\n\n“I know! That's totally what I said. Then I whipped out my dick and showed her just how amazing big titties were.” \n\nShe couldn’t figure out who was talking. [i]Tits? Dicks? What the hell is this?[/i] \n\n[b]CREAK[/b]\n\nThe catwalk voiced complaints about being occupied. “Oh no,” Maka said. She turned to Brock, who was too far ahead to grab. It didn’t matter. The metal folded between them.\n\n[b]TWANG[/b]\n\nOne of the supports broke. \n[b]\nTWANG TWANG[/b]\n\nThen more.\n\nThe two screamed as they were sent to the floor. The creatures turned and looked at the collapsing catwalk. “They should, like, totally fix that.”\n\n“Good thing no one’s allowed up there. That’d be like, literally bad.”\n\n“Wait, did that fall on top of the lab?”\n\nBrock rose from the floor as the dust began to settle, chunks of blocks around him. “Maka?” he shouted in a whisper. “Maka?” She wasn’t there. “Oh god…” Suddenly, something grabbed him by his hands and knees. Long, metal arms with cartoon gloves pulled him off the floor. “HEY!” He shouted. “Let go of me!” \n\n“Stop shouting,” a female voice called through the noise of mechanical whirring. Through the remaining dust, Maka’s voice called out. “They’ll come in if you give us away.”\n\n“So?” Brock tried ripping his arms away from the hands, but they were tightly wrapped around him. “We already gave ourselves away!”\n\n“Yeah, sure,” her voice went up a few notes. “Let ‘em know, then.”\n\n“What?” The hands pulled Brock onto a table right next to Maka, the arms retracting into a slot, but the hands firmly grasping him. “What’s with the attitude? We need to try and, OW!” A needle jabbed into his thigh. A red fluid poured into his body, his veins turning the same color. “What the hell was that?” He turned to see Maka next to him on another table, restrained around the ankles and wrists, her head turned away. “Maka? Maka, they jabbed me with something. Are you ok?” He wriggled but couldn’t escape. “Maka?”\n\n“Like, totally,” she replied.\n\n“What?” That didn’t sound like her at all. In horror, he watched Maka’s ears shift to the top of her head and mutate to a round, stubby shape as if they were being dragged along a 3D model effortlessly. “Maka?!” Neon red fur sprouted from her skin, covering her body. Her clothes became lumpy and disheveled as floof sprouted from underneath.\n\n“I’m like, totally great.” Maka turned her head. Brock screamed. Maka had a snout! And… and… whiskers and a nose!\n\n“What the hell is going on?!” His body grew hotter with fear. But it wasn’t fear that was doing it. His skin was also sprouting fur, a deep blue swarming over his arms and legs. “NO!” Brock shouted, as his voice went up a few octaves. “Like, this is not happening!” His speech took on the familiar valley-girl tone, as if every sentence were a question. His fingers shrank into fat nubs, a sharp pain piercing them as claws appeared from the tips.\n\n“Hell, yeah, Queen,” Maka exclaimed, watching Brock’s changes. “You’re totally slaying.” \n\nMore hands with needles lowered from the ceiling, the red serum inducing fear in Brock’s mind. He gritted his teeth and tried to pull his arms free one last time. With new strength that he didn’t seem to have before, he yanked his limbs free from the gloved hands. “Shit!” He cried, darting to Maka. “MAKA!” He grabbed her and pulled at her arms, seeing a needle in her left arm, injecting its contents into her body. “Get away from her!” He swung at it, but missed, only to have the gloved hand finish injecting the second dose of serum into Maka.\n\nBrock yanked her off the table and ran for the door, hanging from its hinges.\n\n“Wait,” Maka said, her body progressing as Brock lugged her out of the building, carrying her in his arms. “I, like, totally need to get the rest of my meds.” Her shirt wrapped tightly against her body, stretching as thin as cheap paint from a downtown hardware store. Her jeans had ripped on the way out, exposing her thicc thighs, which were only getting larger and engulfing her thong around her lower body.\n\n“We totes need to get out of here.” Brock dove behind a small silo, dragging Maka with him. “This is a nightmare. This is a nightmare!” He repeated, trying to get a hold of the situation. He looked at Maka, growing thicker in all the right places. Then he caught a glimpse of his hand, rather, paws. “Like, where are you, Zed?”\n\n[center]\n____________________\n[/center]\n\nAn alarm went off on the console in the security pit. The skunk drone manning the floor woke from her slumber with a start. “GUCCI?!” She looked over at the console. Three screens: One showed the lab, another the collapsed catwalk, and the third, the most startling of all, showed three non-shiny freaks hiding behind one of the latex silos!\n\n“Uhhh…..” she sat there not sure what to do. “Who are THEY?” She bapped her large, squeaky paws on the keyboard and zoomed in with the camera in question. Audio feedback came through garbled, but clear enough to make out. \n\n[i]”This is a nightmare. This is a nightmare!” [/i]The blue creature said, holding its head in its paws. [i]”Like, where are you, Zed?”[/i]\n\nShe remembered reading something about this before. If anyone breaks in, she has to press a certain button. But which one? She looked over the immense control panel at her disposal. “Ok, think, gurl. All the ones you’ve ever had to push were these,” she pointed as she spoke to herself, “and those. That one once, but that was because I fell asleep.”\n\nThe HUD built into her visor was trying to show her which button to press, the large red button underneath a glass shield, with a yellow and black striped sign that read ‘intruder alert’. “Um…” She thought. Tapping her visor to connect to her bestie. \n\nThe visor showed an animated phone ringing with a picture of U-467. “Heeeeey, gurl,” U-467 said once she picked up. “What is up, V-142?”\n\n“Hay, babes.” U-467 wiggled her fingers as if there, greeting her. “Listen. Um, we have alert things. There are, like, people in here? What do we do again?”\n\n“Ugh, I swear. You’d lose your head if it weren’t for me.” V-142 scoffed in a silly manner. “Remember that big red button in the corner?”\n\n“Yas.”\n\n“That’s the one, you bimbo.”\n\n“Hey, who are you calling a bimbo, you bimbo?”\n\nThe two laughed, knowing full well where they stood. “Just hit the button already. I totes gotta get back to churning this latex and stuff. Baiiiii~” V-142 hung up.\n\n“Such a bestie!” U-467 found the button underneath the glass shield and raised it. “Totes gonna push it,” she raised her nubby hand for dramatic effect.\n\n“Hold it,” a voice said as a hand grasped U-467’s wrist. “I already see the intruders.” U-467 turned and saw the man in charge. His thick fingers couldn’t be mistaken for anyone else's. \n\n“Hey, Daddy,” U-467 chirped. “I was totes gonna report this, I swear.”\n\n“No, you did the right thing, Unit U-467,” he said, reaching back to tie up his hair with a hair tie that he always kept on his wrist. “What have we got here?” He scooted his round body closer to the screens, eyeing the one with the intruders on it. \n\n“I love your shirt today, Daddy,” U-467 complimented the human. As far as they knew, his name was Daddy. “It’s, like, your favorite one, isn’t it?”\n\n“Yes, it is, Unit U-467,” Daddy commended her on remembering this fact. However, now wasn't the time. His fat belly hung out of his shirt as he leaned over to watch the two partially transformed humans sneaking around his factory.\n\n“Do you know anything about these two?”\n\n“Totes nothing.”\n\n“I see…” His glasses hid his scowling green eyes. It looked like they had ran afoul of one of the old assimilation stations. This would work in his favor. “Monitor them. If they discover something, and start making their way to an exit, alert me.” He stood upright and caressed the drone’s enormous breasts as if to help her remember.\n\nU-467 giggled like an idiot and presented her chest for Daddy to play with as he pleased. He touched and fondled, squishing the breasts in his hands. Once he was satisfied, he turned and walked away.\n\n“I've worked too hard to let anyone stop me now.”\n[center]\n____________________[/center]\n\n\nThe two partially-transformed humans stood behind one of the three silos in the factory, waiting for an opportunity to escape. “So, what do you suppose happens when they find us?” Brock asked, tugging at his shirt. His new fur was horribly itchy, driving him up the wall. Constantly, he found himself reaching underneath his clothing to scratch an insatiable insatiable itch that seemed to move whenever he tried to attack it.\n\n“They're, like, our besties, Brock.” Maka was in her own world. “Why are we hiding?” She took steps away from the silo, more than eager to say hello to the many skunks out in the open, stirring the open pit of black goop. “Their titties are so big.” Maka reached out to grab them, but was pulled back by Brock's large paws. \n\n“Hey, stop it!” Brock latched onto her paw the best he could with his own, trying to keep her nearby. “Why do you, so,” he paused trying to think of the proper word. \n\n“Ugh, I'm so totally hot.” Maka wiggled her free arm out of her leather jacket, her shirt underneath so tight against her body that it looked more like spandex. “Let me take these off already,” she whined, trying to rip the cotton and polyester shirt away from her torso with her inflated mitts. Brock didn't get a chance to protest, as it seemed Maka’s body agreed with her. A ripping sound came from her chest as the shirt, already stretched thin, was pushed to its limit.\n\nShreds of fabric went flying as Maka’s furry chest exploded free, doing the work for her, the yellow nipples puffy and wide. “Oh, ma gawd, that is totes better.” They didn't stop growing either, the modest D cups they once were had become nearly as large as the most succulent, bulbous, personal watermelons, far more than just a handful each.\n\nBrock couldn't help but stare. And who could blame him? The titties were big. He could feel his pants getting tighter and tighter the longer he looked in their direction. [i]No way…[/i] If whatever was injected into her caused that, what would happen to him? \n\n“What’cha looking at?” Maka teased. She ripped her arm from his grip and cupped her girls, squeezing and toying with them, heavier than ever. “Jealous?”\n\nThe curious thing was – he was! A voice in his head nagged at him as his gaze remained transfixed on the bulbous mounds, growing louder and louder with time.\n\n[i]You deserve those tits, Brock.[/i]\n\n[i]You’ve needed tits like those all your life.[/i]\n[i]\nGive in, Brock. Take what’s yours.[/i]\n\n[i]Take it all.[/i]\n\n“Fuck…!” Brock caved, and as if acting on instinct shoved his face into Maka’s recently-upgraded milking equipment. And they smelled so [i]good[/i]! The sweat that had accumulated in her fur made him so horny. He couldn't help it. Maka grabbed his hands and brought them to her breasts as well, telling him to cop a feel.\n\nNot only did they feel soft, but the heft they had when he lifted them amazed him! His eyes blossomed with hearts as he let himself go for this one selfish moment, indulging in this desire. His body heated up with anticipation, heart pounding like a bass drum with joy, only adding to the heat. The tent in his pants was becoming a strain on his body with how much blood was being pumped into it, bulging and aching with need.\n\n“Oh, ma gawd,” Maka snorted. “Are you getting hard for me?” She reached around her bulbous breasts and fondled the bulge in Brock’s ever-tighter pants. “You, like, totally are.” Maka leaned forward, pressing her snout against Brock’s head. “You wanna cum for me, don’t you, big boy?” His face grew bright red, only the smallest glimpse of his forehead visible through her knockers. “I can tell. Don’t lie to me.”\n\nHer hands rubbed up and down his tent, teasing him ferociously. “Let this bad boy out. I wanna see what I’m working with.” Brock didn’t make her wait. He, at this point had become a slave to her bodacious [i]vibez,[/i] unable and unwilling to stop himself from doing anything he wanted. He found it difficult to oblige, however, as his thighs prevented his waistline from moving too far down his body. Little did Brock know, his body was, in fact, changing as he so desired, just not in the exact way he’d wished.\n\nBrock moaned as Maka continued to fondle his member through his pants, giggling at the ‘situation’ he’d gotten himself into. “What’s wrong, cutie?” \n\n“Uh….” He tugged and tugged at his pants, but they were stuck! The cargo shorts dug into his thighs, getting tighter by the second. [i]GAH! I’m in middle school again![/i] The risk from being exposed was even greater now. Being caught with his pants down, or, at least some of the way. The problem seemed to remedy itself, however, as the ripping of cotton filled his ears and the pressure around his legs instantly eased.\n\nEven his underwear didn’t survive the blow. Shreds from his red boxers contrasted against his blue fur. He blushed, the red on his face as red as what remained of his boxers, somehow showing through the dense layer of face fluff.\n\n“Good boy,” Maka teased, ripping the shred of underwear that hid Brock’s cock from her. The sound of the material ripping made the skunk drones’ ears stand up, stopping what they were doing to turn toward the noise. “Gimme some of that dick, mister man.”\n\n“What was that?” one of the drones asked, sniffing the air.\n\n“Smells weird,” another said, holding her nose to the sky and sniffing adamantly. \n\nThis brought Brock out of his trance. “Shit,” he whispered through clenched teeth. He ripped his head from Maka’s tits and darted left to right, looking for anything to distract the drones. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon,” he demanded. “There’s gotta be something.” Amongst the shreds of pants, underwear, and shirts, lay a few chunks of concrete. [i]No way this works.[/i] He leaned over and grabbed a hunk of it, chucking it WAY over Maka’s head.\n\n“What was that?” \n\n“I don’t know. Let’s, like, look.”\n\n“Maybe Daddy is here!” \n\nThe mass of them all ran toward the rock, their tits jiggling and bodies squirking while doing so. Brock grabbed Maka as much as his digits would allow and pulled her away. “Come on, we gotta go.” He ignored Maka’s begging for more ‘snuggling’ and looked both left and right for a way out. A brown door along the wall they were approaching was growing increasingly attractive by the second.\n\nWith his free hand, Brock grasped the handle and tried to pull, but the door didn’t budge. “What?!” He shouted. Trying to pull it again, it made a loud[b] thunk [/b]against the frame. \n\nThe skunks were turning around, looking disappointed that whatever made the noise wasn’t anything fun. Their bimbo-speak got increasingly louder as he tried to break down the door.\n\n“Like, what a bummer. The building made weird noises or some shit.”\n\n“Back to work or whatevs.”\nIs it to sorta much to ask, like, for big dick once in a while? I mean, seriously. I just basically want someone to destroy my pussy. Like, really stretch this body out, ya know?\n“Gurl, you’ve had enough.”\n\nMaka watched her brethren approach her with wide, forlorn eyes. “You never have enough, gurl,” she responded quietly. She broke away from Brock’s hand, more than eager to join the skunk drones in their prattle and gossip.\n\n“Maka!” Brock reached out to her, yanking her toward him. But she was too heavy,and fell into him, sending both toward the door, knocking it off its hinges. Riding the door like a sled, they careened down the stairs, the door handle on the underside hitting each step as the toboggan gathered speed.\n\nOnce the door hit the wall, their momentum threw them off, sending them tumbling down the rest of the way like glass bottles for a very timely referenced social media trend. The drones huddled around the open doorway, wondering where all the screaming was coming from down the stairwell.\n\n“Should we see what’s going on?”\n\n“We’re, like, not supposed to until our shift ends, remember?”\n\n“You’re so right. What would I do without you? You’re the smart one, M-182.”\n\n“Um, DUH!” \n\nThey turned and went back to work, leaving Maka and Brock to slam against the door to the 2nd floor.\n[center]\n____________________[/center]\n\n\n“Where are they now, Unit U-467?” Daddy asked, bursting the door open to the security pit. “My proximity alarms went off.”\n\n“They’re like, totally, on the 2nd floor, Daddy.” U-467 turned to face him. “I don’t know how we didn’t catch them. There are like, so many of us there!”\n\nDaddy approached the screens, viewing the monitor that showed their intruders opening the door to the 2nd floor and snooping around. “Can’t say I’m surprised,” he sighed. “I didn’t program you for that. Well, not yet anyway.” He chuckled to himself and continued. “Looks like the female is topless now. The serum is working.”\n\n“What’s that mean, exactly, Daddy?”\n\n“It means, my dearest little bimbo,” he caressed her tits, getting moan of pleasure from her, “that the longer they wait, the sooner they’ll end up like you. We just need to get them covered in latex to seal the deal. I barely visit the 2nd floor, wonder how research is going.” He pinched her nipples, getting her to scream.\n\nWhy don’t I go on break, and we can watch them together?” He pulled his sweatpants down, revealing his cum stained boxers. “Oooooooh, you naughty, Daddy!” She pounced on him, sending the chair backwards and spinning wildly.\n[center]\n____________________[/center]\n\n\n“What is this place?” Brock asked. The room was bathed in an eerie pale blue light, with the corners of said room still cast in darkness. The light spilled from two rows of what looked like short pedestals. Brock held Maka’s hand as they sidled against the wall, peering toward the light. A distinct, musty smell filled the entire floor from the dust being kicked up by their feet.\n\n“Like, where’s the door or whatever?” Maka asked, trying to yank her arm out of Brock’s hand.\n\n“I don’t know,” he said nervously. He suddenly fell over, his shoes bursting from the soles and ripping apart. Clawed skunk feet emerged, leaving his sneakers in pieces. “Shit,” he bemoaned. “We totes gotta get outta here.” He shot his hands over his mouth.\n\nIt was getting worse.\n\n“You worry too much, babes.” Maka replied from a few feet away. In the few seconds Brock’s hands weren’t holding hers, she had wandered to explore. \n\n“Maka!” Brock shouted, struggling to balance on his newly transformed feet. “Don’t wander off!”\n\n“Hello?” A different voice asked. “Like, is there?”[i] FUCK![/i] Brock could barely see, Maka ran off, and it sounded like there was someone else here. “Like, hello?”\n\nBrock hesitated, but decided to try something… crazy.\n\n“Yah, babes. I totally, like, got lost and shit.” he said, trying his best not to lose his cool.\n\n“Oh, Y-174 is that you?” The voice called out. He couldn’t figure out where the other drone was. “No, uh, you silly. I’m…” he hesitated, “B-182. You remember, don’t you?” He smacked himself. [i]B-182? Really?![/i]\n\nThere was a pause. “Umm, I don’t.” Something shuffled in the corner. “But, I’m literally stupid, so I’m totally not surprised I forgot.” The drone giggled. “It gets so boring guarding this floor, you know? I mean, no one ever comes here.”\n\nIt was working! He decided to creep along and try to find Maka. “So, like, what is this floor anyway?”\n\n“Oh, I totes can’t tell you. That’s for me, Z-154, and Daddy to know. Sorry, babes.”\n\n“Aw, c’mon, babes. You know you can trust me, right?” Silence. Then a slight movement by the pedestals of light made him think he had found Maka. [i]God, I hope she’s smart enough to not find these drones and like, hug them or something. [/i]\n\n“I dunno. Daddy told me not to tell anyone. He’s be super angry if I, like, told someone else the secret and shit.” Then under her breath, the drone said quietly, “Probably not fuck me, either.”\n\n“C’mon, babes. Spill the tea.” He felt that this bimbo speak was getting easier and easier the more he tried to fake it. “Tell me everything.” He banked on the fact that bimbos couldn’t resist gossip. Luckily, he was right.\n\n“Ok, I’ve TOTES been itching to tell.” Brock snuck over to the pedestals and crouched behind them, hoping that being near the lights would give something away. Sadly, Maka was still missing! “Ok, so get this. A few weeks ago, we found this human right? We sent him down to that stank ass third floor, cause Daddy was having a horrible time with this latex, right? Haven’t seen him since, but there are so many more of us! Yaaay!”\n\nEven if this girl was a bimbo, she sure knew the right thing to say. A few weeks ago? That was when Zed disappeared. Brock couldn’t answer. At last, a clue to where he was! “And these things here,” the voice sounded closer than ever now, “are where we keep the failures.”\n\nThe blue lights amplified, illuminating the room, and giving his position away.\n\nEven so, he couldn’t look away. On top of the pedestals were clear stasis tubes! Right out of a sci-fi movie! The water flowing through them held their hostages in place. But hardly any of them looked like living beings, merely black blobs aside from two.\n\nThe fifth creature in the row on his right looked more humanoid than the rest. Clearly a failed test subject. With only one yogaball sized boob, and a cock pencil thin and three feet long, he could only imagine what could have possibly gone wrong. Then there was the other one. “MAKA!” \n\nInside an unoccupied tube was Maka, being forced inside by yet another Skunk Drone. They had been found out! The drone shut the door and sealed it shut, while Maka pounded on the glass, hoping to shatter it. “Look at these freaks, Q-78,” the new drone said to her counterpart. Brock turned around, fearing that it had happened. The thing which he was referring to was that one trope in horror movies when you’re trying to run away from something, but encounter something else, then you find the thing you were running from is right behind you.\n\nSure enough, the other skunk drone he’d been faking a conversation with.\n\n“Le gasp! You totes fooled me.” They were even sexier up close. Their tits were massive, probably as large as their head, and not in the rhetorical sense. Clad entirely in black latex, Q-78’s hips were as large as his were now, if not slightly more. The large tail behind her stood upright, picturesque even, her drone designation number plastered lengthwise down the front-facing side of it.\n\nMost shocking of all was the very intimidating, girthy cock. It was unlike those of the other drones. While theirs seemed to go for length, Q-78's was only half the size but made up for that in girth. It looked like it could split him in two! To some, she was the very ideal of a skunk lady, if only she weren’t covered in latex.\n\nThen, there was the visor.\n\nWhat looked like a clear glass VR headset was strapped to her face, faint afterimages of a screen on the other side reflecting through.\n\n“And there’s two of them. Totes awesome job, Q-79, bestie!”\n\n“You know it, babes.” Brock turned to look at the other drone once more. Sure enough, it was like looking at a clone, aside from the ‘Q-79’ on the tail, and lack of a cock.\n\n“What are you gonna do with us?” Brock asked belligerently. Maka tried to add something to the matter, but the glass was so thick, her words became garbled beyond comprehension. Seeing this fail, she opted to pound on the glass one more time.\n\n“See here, little man.” Q-78 said with snark. “Hotties like us should totes not even have to deal with freaks like you,” she pointed to him with as much sass as possible. “And we wanna save Daddy the trouble dealing with you, so we’re literally gonna finish you off.”\n\nShe turned to her comrade and winked. Q-79 rotated a section on the pedestal, revealing a control panel with several colorfully backlit buttons. She started pressing them, and a meter on the side lit up, indicating something sinister. “Start her up, bestie. I’ll get this one. Get the latex though? Thankies.” After pushing a few buttons, Q-79 turned toward the darkness, walking over to where a large silver cylinder sat from the ceiling to the floor.\n\nAs soon as Q-79 turned around, Brock bolted for the stasis tube with Maka inside. “Where’s the lock and shit?” he asked in a valley girl tone. “Like, let her go!” he banged on the glass, staring at Maka frantically as water started to fill the tube. “MAKA!”\n\n“Don’t run, you little freak, we’re only getting,” Q-78 started to say, and with a surprising burst of speed, was upon him in a mere second, “started.” Q-78 wrapped her arms around him, her strength higher than he expected. She carried him to the tube next door to Maka’s and shut the door. Opening the control panel, she fiddled with the buttons.\n\n“Hey, wait!” Brock shouted, only to hear his voice reverberate in the small chambers. Q-78 showed no sign of hearing him at all, or if she did, she was an excellent actress. The neon lights from underneath him were blinding, causing him to squint. He could barely see Maka when he turned, her struggling to stay afloat with water up to her neck.\n\nWhat happened next, though, shocked both of them.\n\nSomething seemed to be sprouting from her back, just above her bubbly ass, poking out from her flesh like a horror movie. Suddenly, a long, bony tail erupted from it, the fluffy fur instantly soaked to the skin. She looked more like a skunk than ever before. Whiskers sprouted from her snout, only furthering the progression of her botched transformation. He couldn’t look away! A long, yellow stripe, starting at her head, appeared in her fur and trailed down to her new tail. What was causing all this, though?\n\nThere could only be one thing. The stasis tube liquid. Was it water, or something else?\n\nOr maybe the transformation was progressed with sleep?\n\nThat didn’t matter! Maka was crossing the point of no return, and he was powerless to stop it! He leaned against the glass, watching her transform into a sexy, stunning, absolutely otherworldly anthro skunk. Her breasts were getting even larger! Inflating as if someone shoved a pump into them, they reached sizes that certainly would hurt her back, nearly as large as a watermelon each and still growing!\n\nCrazier still was the bulge growing in her pants. It was a frightful, yet incredible sight. Ripping through her pants and continuing to develop was an enormous horse cock. Something started throbbing inside Brock. That same feeling when he saw Maka’s breasts on the first floor. He [i]yearned[/i] for that kind of equipment.\n\nSeeing a woman not only HAVE a cock, but be larger than HIM made him feel so… so… puny. It kept getting longer. Thicker. Veinier… “My god, she’s totally stacked!”\n\n“Oh, em gee,” Q-78 said with glee. “Bestie, look at this freak. He’s hard!” She pointed to Brock, laughing at him through the glass. He looked around his body, looking for whatever it was she was laughing at.[i] Oh my god! WHY NOW!?!?![/i]\n\nJust then, a goofy song came to mind that he never took seriously – until now, that is. NSP was right. This wasn’t a No Reason Boner though; this was a nervous tension boner, right? There wasn’t a chance in hell that he found this situation hot! He could tuck away his johnson, but he could never tuck away the shame.\n\nBrock’s body was telling him to do what he always did. ‘Jerk it, Bro.’ He longed to grasp his cock and just go to town, but hesitated…\n[b]\nC’mon, just do it! You’re already half skunk and trapped! What’s the point? Just have some fun.[/b]\n\nThe argument with his conscience fell silent as he felt his feet get wet. He looked down and saw that Q-78 had finished setting up the control panel. This was it. No escape.\n\n“You know, I may as well.”\n\nHe grasped his member, feeling the sweet satisfaction of submission clutch him. He was instantly throbbing. He ran his large bapper up and down his shaft, watching Maka’s head fall under the liquid he wasn't fully convinced was water anymore. Curiously, she didn't start choking, instead, grasped her new cock with one hand and tugged and pulled at her nipples with the other, clumsy mitt. They stared at each other with a knowing aura about them, something along the lines of, ‘If this is it, we may as well go out having fun.’ \n\nAs the liquid reached Brock’s knees, he felt a curious warbling wash through his body. His body, like his brain, surrendered to the situation and seemed to be adjusting just as Maka’s had. His thighs were already juicy, but he could feel them expanding even larger still! “Yeah,” Maka moaned in a natural bimbo tone of voice, “at least I’ll be sexy.”\n\nA thought crossed his mind. “Wait.” His face fell, but his hand refused to stop jerking. “MAKA!” HE shouted, hoping that his voice would be loud enough for her to hear.\n\n“MAKA!” Maka’s head turned to face him, hearts in her eyes with their shared goon session. “I, like, never told you!”\n\n“Oh, ma gawd,” Q-78 covered her mouth, suspecting what he was about to say. “Bestie, you’re missing all the fun! Are you done getting the latex or what?”\n\nQ-78 shouted from the shadows where she was tampering with the nozzle on the Latex vat. “Just about, god. You know it’s slow!”\n\nMaka didn’t respond verbally, but kept her attention on Brock as the liquid filled up to his balls, sending a jolt through his body. “I, GAH!” His knees collapsed, splashing into the fluid. His head was just above water. “I… I LOVE YOU!”\n\nFinally, Maka reacted. Her mouth fell open in shock, her eyes went wide, and she almost stopped stroking her massive cock. “I never had the nerve to tell you!” All this shouting was hurting his lungs, his ears ringing with the reverb. \n\n[b]Get it all out now. You won’t get the chance afterward.[/b]\n\nMaka placed a hand on the glass. Unable to speak, she mouthed the words as best she could. “I, like, already know.” She removed her hand from the glass and started furiously jacking off, the two-foot shaft aching for release. \n\nShe knew the whole time? “WHAT?!?!?!” Brock ripped his hand from his cock and pounded the glass. “WHAT?!?!?!?!” It was no use. Maka was too engrossed in her masturbation to listen. Her face scrunched up as if in pain. She screamed, as jets of cum shot from her new cock, stopping mid motion once they lost their momentum in the stasis fluid as if it were a frozen moment in time.\n\nSeveral ropes extra joined the party, cutting through the fluid but succumbing to the physics and dispersing. Maka’s arms fell to her sides, exhausted from ejaculation. The tank was full, and a brilliant flash filled the tank, leaving her in complete stasis.\n\n“NO!” Maka pounded on the tank, not realizing that the fluid level was up to his chin now. “Don’t leave me like this!” He realized it was no use and hung his head in sorrow. He should have known. She was way out of his league. He didn't even notice that his cock was shrinking, and just because the mood was ruined either. His faithful member was receding into his body, and his balls were slowly turning inside out as they followed suit, forming a new, pristine pussy. \n\n“I'm here,” Q-79 huffed carrying two heavy buckets of slopping latex. “What did I miss?” She set one down next to Brocks tank and locked eyes with his member, shriveling away. “Why does the freak look, like, sad and shit?”\n\n“He totes confessed and was low-key denied,” Q-78 replied. “I wanna feel bad, but at the same time, I don't. Once we're done, he won't remember.”\n\n“Aww, lame.” Q-79 set the other bucket next to Maka's tube, and gazed at the results. “This ones a total babe.” She pointed at the new skunk in the vat, frozen in place. “That jizz literally looks so good.” She licked her lips.\n\nQ-78 grabbed the bucket that her counterpart had left with her. “We gonna do this or what?” She opened another chamber in the side of the pedestal, revealing an intake valve that looked like a fuel filter port on a car. “I wanna go on break and,” she wiggled her pelvis, making her Jurassic member shake and wobble, “get some R&R.”\n\nShe started pouring the latex into Brock’s stasis tube, watching it ooze inside.\n\nQ-79 giggled, just setting down her latex bucket from Maka’s stasis tube. “What's stopping us from doing it right now?” She approached her, a sure wiggle in her fat ass cheeks. “You. Me. Right now.” She poked Q-78’s chest, sinking her finger into her soft, squishy breast. “Literally, right now. Literally, right here.”\n\n“You’re on, bitch.” The smallest amount of latex spilled from the bucket as the two fell to the ground. Q-78 pinned Q-79 to the floor and stared at her. “You are [i]such [/i]a whore.” Her cock started to twitch, eager to penatrate her bestie for the millionth time. “How many times have we done this now?”\n\n“Too many.” They tilted their heads and planted their lips together, long black tongues coiling around each other and sliding down their throats.\n\nAll the while, Brock watched as the latex poured in their tubes was introduced into the liquid, worming its way through the medium effortlessly. It reached Maka’s foot and instantly wrapped around it, climbing the rest of her body. Brock didn’t even bother to resist. It was over. He felt his legs get encased in something warm and slimy as the stasis fluid washed over his body. His cock was gone, replaced by a new, pristine pussy. He didn’t care, though. He didn’t even care that there was a tingling in his chest. Two buds sprouted on his chest, only growing larger and rapidly at that. Lemons, grapefruits, watermelons, all so quickly, his body became anything but his original one. A snout entered his vision, blocking a portion of his view, but that would soon be adjusted.\n\n[b]Well, you’re totes taking this well. [/b]A nagging voice in his head echoed. \n\n“I don’t have anything left,” Brock said, the liquid flowing down his throat, knowing he was just talking to himself at this point. Even the voice in his head was changing. Maka was half covered now, no trace of her fur where the latex was touching. Even her new, beautiful, delicious looking cock became enraptured with the goop. He reached for his own, just to find it wasn’t there. He sighed, seeing that he was nearly gone.\n\nWhatever happens now, he may not remember. He leaned back, allowing the latex to cover him, washing over his wide, sensual thighs and ass, up to his waist, then to his tits.\n\n“You are [i]such [/i]a slut!” Q-87 chortled as she pulled her dripping tongue out of Q-79’s throat. “I know what you want, though.” She grasped her cock, poking Q-79’s loose, stretched entrance. “You love this special, prime cock, right?”\n\n“Just put it in already, you meanie!” Q-79 begged. Rather than play her partner’s silly games, she thrust her hips forward and rammed her body onto the shaft that teased her to tantalizingly. “YAAAAAAAS!” She shouted. Hearts showed on her visor, elation gushing from every ounce of her suit, making her latex pulse and throb like the cock that she forced inside of her. “OH! Fock me harder, bestie!”\n\nAs the latex crawled up to his neck, caressing his new supple curves, the stasis tank filled to the top. The light flashed, and he felt the water start to harden. He took one last look at Maka before the latex covered his head, realigning his ears —the final feature that had remained human throughout this whole ordeal. As the latex enveloped the tip of his new, skunk-like tail that surged from his body, he started freezing in the stasis fluid.\n\nThe fluid began slowing his heart, keeping it just above the threshold to keep him alive. In the faint reflection inside the tank, Brock saw his body and didn't recognize himself at all. There wasn't a chance to dwell on it, though, as his brain slowed to such a slow pace that he was practically a statue.\n\n“I'm gonna totally cum!” Q-79 thrust in and out of her playmate, more than eager to watch her stomach inflate with all the spunk that was about to shoot from her rod.\n\n“Take it all, you whore!”\n\n“Fock yeah, bestie!” Her visor was sending warning signals now, but she ignored them. Drones weren't supposed to fuck eachother, but these two often disobeyed that. Being only a few of the original run, their autonomy allowed for a few overrides. The risk of what Daddy would do if they were caught, which they never were, was far less important than the pleasure that sharing the forbidden act of borderline incest sex gave them. “Fill me to bursting!” A pink mist began leaking from her asshole, surrounding the two in a cloud too dense to see in, even inside as they were.\n\nQ-78 got her wish. As she felt the cock inside of her pulse and throb, the head increasing in size, goo began spewing into her belly wildly, making her abdomen jiggle like jelly. She screamed like a slut, welcoming the seed inside her, and wrapped her legs around Q-79, pulling her cock inside deeper and pushing past the entrance to her womb.\n\nThe two stayed there on the floor, continuing their breeding session, not letting the setting keep them from rocking their socks off.\n\n\n[center]____________________[/center]\n\n\n\n“Oh, Daddy,” U-467 cooed as she lay on the floor, hearts in her eyes. “That was literally the best.” Daddy rose from the floor, his fleshy body sweaty and jiggling. “I know, that’s what I programmed you to think.”\n\nHis hair was slipping out of the hair tie, but he didn’t bother to fix it. “What’s going on?” He turned to the security cameras. “Take a break, U-467, I got this.” He sat in the chair and fiddled with the controls a bit, searching for the intruders. “Where did they go?”\n\nTurning the camera left and right, zooming and and out, he scanned the 2nd floor, handling the joystick just as well as his own cock. What caught his attention were two skunk drones fucking in the light of the stasis tubes. The tubes previously empty were occupied with the most anthro-looking drones yet, even out of all of them.\n\n“Hold up.” He zoomed in, and reached for his pocket. [i]Oh wait, his sweatpants were on the floor.[/i] So he bent down and reached further, pulling his phone from the pants pocket. He turned it on and tapped through the menus.\n\n> Contacts\n\n> Z-154\n\n> Call\n\n[i]Ring, Ring…[/i]\n\n“Z, it’s me. I have some interesting news for you.”\n\n“Yeah. I’ll be keeping track on my end.”\n\n“I think we found the perfect subjects for the Prime project.”\n\n\n\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\n\n\n\nTwo blinking red lights flashed, piercing the soft blue glow of the stasis tubes on the 2nd floor. As the control panel signalled that the cycle had completed, the stasis fluid drained, slowly filtering through mesh inside the base of the console.\n\nOnce sufficient levels of fluid had been drained, a [i]yellow [/i]light started flashing, and gloved hands emerged from below. The hands injected a green fluid into the subject’s arms, jumpstarting their biological processes. Within only a few minutes, they started moving, but were very confused.\n\nThe twin latex-covered skunks, making various disgruntled noises, walked out through the automatically opened doors of the stasis tube and fell to the floor with a wet splat. It was the skunk with a penis who was first to stand and check on the other.\n\n“Like, are you ok?”\n\nShe pulled the skunk up from the ground, it’s heavy tits weighing it down.\n\n“Totes no idea.” The skunk looked at the being that assisted it, think it looked very odd, but something in her brain was saying otherwise. The massive tits, wide thighs, bubbly butt, and lengthy cock was registering as normal to her.\n\nShe couldn’t rip her emerald-green eyes away from the cock. Nearly two feet long and as wide as a can of soda, it oozed pre-cum, a steady flow pooling at the rounded tip and oozing down the back of the shaft. Her mouth started watering instinctively. “You, uh,” she started saying, but was interrupted by the penis-wielding skunk.\n\n“Nice pussy,” she said bluntly. She pointed to the dripping cunt of the other skunk. Her first instinct was to lick it. The pool of femcum forming under her was slowly getting larger and larger. “We literally have the same problem.”\n\n“We totes do!” She blushed. “Wait, what’s your name, bestie?” She turned and faced the cock she wanted a taste of. “I bet your name is something Italian, like Rodrigo.” She caressed the dick in her hands. The warmth seeping through the latex radiated into hers. \n\nThe skunk placed a hand on her surprise partner’s head and giggled. “You’re, like, so silly.” But then, she paused. “Wait, I don’t remember my name…” \n\nNow both bimbos had paused. “Oh noes, I don’t have one either!” Fluids continued to dribble from their nethers, despite the shocking realization. “Well, your name must be Cock, with a fantastic cock like this.” She licked it, having that moral dilemma sorted out. It triggered all of the dopamine in her system, sending her over the moon.\n\n“And you must be,” Cock thought about her new bestie’s name. She didn’t have a dick like she did. Having her dick pleasured while trying to think was so difficult. The one community brain cell between them was struggling to stay on task. “You’re name, [i]oh[/i], must totally be pussy.” She grasped Pussy’s head with both hands, pulling her pelvis back and readying herself for full penatration.\n\n“Or maybe mouth. We’ll totally see which is better,” she said with the enthusiasm that only a bimbo with sex on the brain could give. \n\nPussy didn’t hesitate. Her long, black tongue wrapped around Cock’s head, savoring the delicious flavor of the latex-wrapped schlong. Cock shoved it into her mouth, going right past the opening and down her throat. Her latex body had ample amounts of give, stretching to give the length plenty of room to defile.\n\nThe salty taste of her precum coated her tongue, lingering all the while her member was there. Cock’s pupils narrowed, the tightness of Pussy’s throat was compressing her dick just enough to bring her to the edge of cumming already! “Fock! Pussy, I’m gonna cum!”\n\nPussy wrapped her arms around Cock’s legs, begging for a full load of her seed. Almost cartoonishly, her cock doubled in size, akin to a kink in a hose, then started unloading, visibly shrinking as Pussy’s stomach seemed to take it all in one go.\n\nPussy’s eyes watered with joy. \n\n“Whoa,” Cock commented as she started pulling out of Pussy’s throat, feeling weak at the knees. “That was, like, amazing.”\n\nPussy fell backward, grasping her ankles and spreading her legs open in a V position. “You’re totes not done yet, Cock.” Her pussy was practically gushing now, begging for something to spread it wide open. Cock had only started going soft before seeing that, but had shot to the sky, all two feet fully erect once more. \n\n“My bestie is a total slut!” She got on her knees and started licking the eager entrance. The fluid was so sticky! It clung to her tongue like the latex her body was now made of. Everything tasted like Pussy’s fluids and she knew nothing better. Pussy screamed, finally getting the action she longed for.\n\nIt didn’t take long for Pussy to climax, thanks to her bestie’s excellent tongue work. She shot bursts of fresh femcum onto Cock’s black face, making her glisten even more in the low, blue light. It was then that Cock had an idea. She shoved her tongue deep into Pussy’s pristine snatch, slurping as much femcum as possible, filling her mouth. Then, she climbed overtop of her, Pussy’s inflated pully and their monstrous breasts making it rather difficult to get close to eachother.\n\nWith one mischievous look, she dove for Pussy’s mouth, kissing her, and shoving her tongue inside, sharing the femcum she had stored with the owner of said fluids. They moaned as they coiled their tongue’s together, femcum and saliva swirling together and creating an unholy concoction, flowing down their throats.\n\nAll the while, Cock’s cock blindly prodded for the eager Pussy’s pussy. When she finally found it, she slowly invited herself inside. A muffled moan from Pussy let her know she was ready. Inch by inch, she went inside, femcum acting as lubricant. She had never felt anything like it before! Ridges and bumps lined the inside of her canals, only adding to the growing pleasures of their lesbian sex.\n\nCock immediately started thrusting, feeling her rounded tip rocket past the entrance to Pussy’s womb and stretching her belly further than she expected.\n\nIn return, Pussy ripped her mouth away from Cock, gasping for air. “Haaaaaa. Oh, ma gawd! Cock, you’re stretching me to the limit!” Cock didn’t stop, knowing a slut like Pussy wanted it. And she could prove it, too. The clenching around her dick, Pussy’s arms wrapped around her, and the fact that she wasn’t [i]actually doing [/i]anything to stop her.\n\n“You’re gonna make me cum again!” She screamed in ecstasy as more femcum coated Cock’s shaft inside of her. The explosion brought Cock close as well, and before long, she too had her repeat release. 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And that visor, which covered most his skull…\n\nUnlike the visors on the skunk drones, this one was [i]intimidating, [/i]and far more scientifically advanced. Companies like Meta, Apple, Evo… they could only dream of reaching this level of advanced AR in their headsets.\n\nHe rose from the desk chair and looked at the screen through the yellow-black lenses that covered his eyes. “It seems my test subjects are awake at last.” He chuckled, stifling a bimbo-esque giggle. He watched the Pussy and cock go to town, listening to the wet plaps of sex. His own cock stirred, twitching and asking for someone to touch it.\n\nWhile one hand drifted down to the hardening cock, the other hand reached for the console. “I’ll show them the way in.” He pressed a button on his vast console and began preparing the final stages of his plan. Leaning back into his chair, he raised his free hand and began tapping, adjusting, and modifying various sliders on the HUD from his visor. “There’s like, not much time left,” his voice hitched up an octave as he giggled, sounding like one of [i]them[/i], but he cleared his throat loudly and abruptly.\n\nAll the while, he stroked his member, too late to shoot his goo to the voyeuristic view of his newest test subjects getting it on. Pussy’s stomach was inflating with cum, her screams filling the audio feed. That was fine, there was always a pair of drones mating somewhere, especially Q-78 and Q-79.\n\nHe searched the camera feeds until he found them and continued his fap.\n\n\n[center]____________________\n[/center]\n\n\nA red exit light came to life amongst the darkness of the 2nd floor. Pussy and Cock turned, immediately enratured by the new source of light. “Oooooh, look at that, Pussy.”\n\n“Think there are more friends on the next floor?” Pussy asked, rubbing her inflated belly, struggling to get off the floor.\n\n“Only, like, one way to find out.”\n\nCock pulled her bestie up off the ground withholding the desire to pin her to the ground for another round. “Maybe there’s an orgy down there.” The two slowly started walking toward the exit, jet black cum dripping from Pussy’s body and pre constantly flowing from Cock’s seemingly always-erect member.\n\nA nagging feeling lingered in Cock’s head. Why were they here? There was a reason, right? It didn’t make sense that they would just be [i]here[/i]—brief glimpses of some human that looked nothing like her shot through her head. “Were we… after something?” She stopped, trying to fight the silly memories that clearly weren’t hers.\n\nCome to think of it, though, what was she? \n\n“COCK! COME ON!” Pussy shouted from the darkness.\n\nThe staircase was fully lit, and as Cock walked in, they got their first good look at each other. Once they did, the same idea came to both of their minds, ignited by Pussy’s inflated tum and Cock’s erect dick. And that idea was to make out. Like teenagers on prom night. Latex oozed down their bodies as they shut out the world around them and sucked face. Cock’s dick found a home between Pussy’s tits and twitched, still sensistive from their wild fuck session only minutes before, cum oozing from her tip.\n\nThey finally pulled themselves apart when they needed to breathe, the cock betwixt Pussy’s meat mountains practically glued there from the concoction of cum from their breeding. “You’re totally stuck, Cock,” Pussy giggled, licking the tip of the tool that filled her to near bursting. That was enough to make it throb, knocking itself free. “You’re so hot, bestie.”\n\n“We should totes find a room down there and keep going,” Cock suggested. \n\n“YAS!” Pussy pumped her fists. “Let’s fucking go!” She ran down the stairs, her entire body shaking like a speed bag being assaulted by a boxer. Cock ran after her, nearly slipping on the cum oozing from her bestie’s pussy.\n\nThey opened the door at the bottom of the stairs and Pussy immediately started looking for a comfy place to host their next fuck session. It was dark just like the 2nd floor, but two red lights sat on the far wall, over a bed. “That’s perfect!” She ran for it, the constantly shifting weight on her body, nearly making her fall. Cock followed, not wanting to lose sight of her fuckbuddy.\n\nAs soon as Pussy dove onto the bed face first, a deluge of cum sprewing from her slit, she turned around just in time for Cock to pounce on her. “Where were we?”\n\nSuddenly, hands grasped their shoulders and lifted the two of them into the air, pulling them apart. “Well, well,” a voice said. “About time my test subjects find me.” The rest of the wall lit up, red light filling the room, and they were pulled onto examination tables mounted upright, their arms and legs instantly restrained.\n\n“Two weeks in a vat just to fuck like Catholic Rabbits.” The voice said with snark. “Honestly, I wish [i]I[/i]had that drive.”\n\n“Like, who are you?!” Pussy shouted. Cum began dribbling down the table and onto the floor. “Do you have a nice cock for us?”\n\n“Oh, I have much more than that, you bimbo.” A figure came into the light, red reflecting off the latex covering his body. His visor, more reminiscent of a campy sci-fi movie mind-reading device, covered his eyes completely. Cock glared at the figure nervously. His dick was easily larger than hers! A single breast sat on the right side of his chest.\n\n“There isn’t much time,” he said with that familiar tone that made the two skunks think this was a friend. “We need to, like, finish the testing and shit. Before it’s totes too late for me.” He waved his hand, and two hands lowered from the ceiling holding a syringe with a familiar orange fluid.\n\n“Hey,” Cock started to say, “I know what-YOW!” Without ceremony, the needles were injected into their bodies, draining the fluid in a matter of seconds. “I thought I already got my shots.” Did she, though?\n\n“Allow me to explain,” the figure said, suddenly spasming, but returning to normal. “I was tasked by Daddy to make the perfect skunk drone. Of course, I had no idea what he meant by this, but then he coated me with some of this experimental latex he had been trying to make himself.” He gestured to his body.\n\n“If I didn’t comply with his demands fast enough, my brain would be lost, nothing but,” he shuddered, “one of them.” His body spasmed and nearly fell over. Pussy watched with awe as another breast, a second to make a pair, grew on his body, inflating like someone filling a balloon with air. “But it’s already too late.” His tone changed, embracing a full bimbo tone of voice, with that nasal tone.\n\n“I’ve met his demands, but I can’t save myself.” He stood, feeling properly balanced now. “So I may as well, like, totes join them willingly.” He grabbed a syringe from a table nearby and shoved it into his arm. “With my besties.” He injected the fluid.\n\n“Wait…” Cock’s mouth fell open. Those lingering memories all came back in full force. “ZED!” She tried to rip herself away from the restraints. “ZED! It’s us!” Momentary awareness struck her. “We came to find you!”\n\nZed, or Z-154 as Daddy designated him, chuckled psychotically. “Well, you found me.” He stumbled forward, trying to take off his visor. Pained cries filled the room, his screams sounding more and more feminine, slowly becoming sensual. “EEEYAAAAAAAA!” Z-154 shouted as the visor came off, pulling strands of latex with it. He slammed it on the floor as the ripped latex on his body reformed. “It’s literally out of my hands now.”\n\nThe green eyes gazed at Cock and Pussy. “We’ll be together again.”\n\nHe held his arms out, and a third examination table rose from the floor, almost like this was planned from the start. Hands poured from the ceiling and carried him to it, locking him in place with the other two.\n\nThen, it began.\n\nVisors, reminiscent of the ones the other drones upstairs already had, were slapped over their faces, extending around the back of their heads and sinking into their latex skulls. Z-154 did not protest, instead welcoming it. Pussy moaned and cooed with pleasure. \n\nCock, however, resisted. “NO!” She closed her eyes, seeing the bright lights on the other side of her eyelids. “I’m not letting go!” She squirmed and forced her eyes to stay shut.\n\nZ-154 succumbed to his fate. He giggled helplessly and stupidly, staring at the screen out before him. “Good bimbos are leaky and musky.” His voice droned flatly.\n\n“My pussy drips and my mind slips.” Pussy spoke in the same flat tone, allowing her visor to work on her feeble, draining brain. \n\nGloved hands lowered from the ceiling and grasped the resisting drone's pulsing member, catching her by surprise. This one needed a little help. Her eyes opened abruptly, the black and white swirly pattern on the screen meeting her. “Wait! I-”\n\n[i]…..[/i]\n[i]\n…..[/i]\n[i]\n…..[/i]\n\n“Jiggle and Play. Must Obey.”\n\nAll it took was one glimpse. All resistance washed away like a beach ball in the ocean.\n\nThey were all under the spell, unaware of the changes that Z-154 had harnessed with the serum. The hands brought each of them a girthy horsecock dildo, shoving them into their leaking, needy pussies. They voiced their approvals with a slew of moans as every inch, the medial ring, and knot of the three foot toy was forced inside of them.\n\nA switch at the base of them was flipped, and they started vibrating. The room was instantly filled with their unfiltered, unique pleasured sounds. Cum erupted from Z-154’s dick, flying across the room and landing the the control panel in front of his many monitors. Sparks began to fly, and warning messages flashed on the screens.\n\n[i]Oh no! The surprise spew of semen fried the circuit boards![/i]\n\nSix more syringes fell from the ceiling, the hands that held them readily jagging them into their drone bodies, injecting the contents thoroughly. But they had no idea it was happening, their minds already having been wiped. The latex that cocered their sexy bodies began to shift and warp. Thin tentacles sprouted from their fat thighs, connecting to each other and forming handles, bringing a new definition to the term ‘love handles.’\n\nTheir nipples flexed, expanding and stretching, each becoming what was clearly a thick and lucious pair of lips. All of which began to drool, tongues sticking out, panting with the lust the syringes awarded them. \n\n[b]Good bimbos are leaky and musky.[/b]\n\n[b]Our cocks drip and minds slip.[/b]\n\n[b]Jiggle and play, we must obey.[/b]\n\nThe new drones chanted their mantra together, but with increasing struggle. Their mouths stiffened in an O-shape, another pair of DSLs forming around them. They’d become more like sex toys than drones at this stage, but they were helpless.\n\nTo compensate for all the new useable holes, the hands got to work filling them. Dildo after dildo was shoved into their bodies, their mouths and tits stuffed with horse cocks. Even if they were unable to speak, their visors flashed the messages above the hypnotic swirl, driving Daddy’s message deep into their minds.\n\n[i]Good bimbos are leaky and musky.[/i]\n \n[i]Our cocks drip and minds slip.[/i]\n[i]\nJiggle and play, we must obey.[/i]\n\nPink spray spewed from their assholes, filling the lab with an aphrodesiac gas and sending their bodies into a lustful overdrive. Moans spilled from their onahole mouths and lips, eager to voice their thoughts on the situation. Cum leaked from Z-154’s and Cock’s dick’s, practically coating the table underneath them with their black, gooey seed. Occasional spurts shot out from them, hitting the control panel.\n\n[b]3 minutes to hypnosis comple-[/b]\n\n[i]Splash![/i]\n\n[i]Kzzzzzzzzzzzkt! Ckkehcckketkt![/i]\n\n[b]7 minutes to hypnosis completion.[/b]\n\nThe malfunctioning equipment seemed all too eager to keep them under.\n\n[center]\n* * *[/center]\n\n\n“Open the door, Unit Q-78. I’m not going in there myself.” A male voice said from the other side of the stair case. The door opened and both Q-78 and Q-79 stepped in, instantly hit with the cloud of pink pheromone gas. They sniffed and sniffed as they wandered in. “This freak knows how to live,” Q-78 said impressed. “I totes wanna meet him.”\n\n“Yas,” Q-79 agreed. “Why didn’t I think of like, doing this?” she gestured to the room in general, unable to think of the words. \n\n“Enough of that, Units!” The voice called. “Find the button to open the vents!”\n\n“Ugh. Fine.” They walked through the pink wonderland, resisting the urge to get down and fuck eachother on the spot. Whatever Daddy demanded shalt be done, after all. After some fiddling with the cum soaked control panel, loud fans filtered the pink fumes up through the vents and out of the room.\n\n“At last. Z-154, you’ve been delaying me long enough.” In stepped Daddy, the total nerd that ran the place. “If I am not mistaken, you should have become one of them by this point. You better have provided… results…” he turned to see the three strapped to a table. “I see.” He chuckled. “Still had that last bit of human in you after all.” He fiddled with the control panel, trying to avoid getting his hands too sticky and gross. The hands came down from the ceiling and removed the various plugs from the three drone’s holes, and the restraints were undone. They stood there, waiting for something. “Units?” They shot to attention. “Which one of you is Z-154?”\n\n“Like, I am Daddy!” The drone in the middle said so proudly. “I’m so happy to be your Skunk drone and shit. Like, you wouldn’t believe.”\n\n“Who are these two?” He pointed to Cock and Pussy on either side of him.\n\n“This is, like, my two besties, Cock and Pussy, Daddy. They literally haven’t met you yet. Oh, ma gawd. I can’t believe it. You have to say hi!”\n\n“I liked him better as weird half thing,” Daddy mumbled. “Those names have got to go. I can’t be having you two have such abysmal names. No drones of mine will be without standard identification.” He walked up to Cock and looked her over. “Nice tits,” he said as he grabbed them, checking the springiness.\n\n“Very nice thighs. And what a cock!” He grasped it, feeling it’s size in his hands. “Puts mine to shame,” he mumbled. Daddy grasped the handles on their thighs and gave them a solid tug, seeing that they didn’t rip or bend. “What are these supposed to be?” He traced his finger along the lips on their breasts, and drew it back when he saw it open, and a wet tongue reached out to lick his finger. “Lipples. A nice touch.”\n\nHe turned to Pussy and, not as enthusiastically, looked her over. The only thing he bothered to check was her plush, stretched-out vagina. “You’re a slut, aren’t you?” He knew this for a fact, as he had been watching them over the security cameras. “As much as I despise women, and believe that they should have a cock, the market would not agree with me.” He turned around, then addressed the three of them directly.\n\n“You three are going to assist me in creating the newest line of Skunk Drones. “You two,” he pointed to Z-154 and Cock, “will be adjusting our current supply of latex with your own, ensuring we don’t have to dispose of what we have. But first,” he brought his hand to his chin. “Better names. I was never good at these. Uh…” He looked at the two news drones, despising such blunt names. “Ok, ok. Pussy, you’re X-1, and the first in the X series, and Cock, you’ll be Y-1, and the first in the Y series. There. Simple enough.”\n\nHe grunted in frustration. “Now everyone come with me. We need to get everyone converted to the new model.”\n\n[center]____________________[/center]\n\n\n“OH, EM, GEE!” A crowd surrounded the three new model drones. They watched as the brave volunteers were instantly transformed, Z-154 and Y-1 unloading their seed into the basic-bitch bimbo drone models while the futa models jizzed into X-1. Handles grew from their body, lipples sprouted from their nipples, and their mouths took on a new, lustful shape. “MY TURN! I WASNT MY TOTES FREE UPGRADE!” They all shouted at once.\n\n“Ladies, please, there’s plenty of time for all of you to get down and dirty with your sisters,” Daddy said with slight impatience. 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"writing": "[center]Skunkspiracy\n\nPart 1 - Skunkception[/center]\n\nA chill nighttime breeze blew across the empty parking lot. They’d been driving in circles all evening, the GPS sending them on wild goose chases every other turn thanks to the bad reception in the area. At last, though, they’d found themselves in the right place. An abandoned factory surrounded by half-dead, four-foot-tall overgrown grass. A breeding ground for mosquitoes in the arid summer heat.\n\n“Are you sure this is the right place?” Brock asked as he got out of the Prius, the only car in sight. His shoulder-length auburn hair whipped to the side in the wind, covering his face. He swatted at mosquitoes who were instantly attracted to his delicious flesh, regretting his choice of clothing – cargo shorts and a t-shirt. “In the middle of nowhere?”\n\n“I’m sure of it,” Maka replied, flipping her hair over to the right, showing her buzzed left half. She sat in the driver’s seat, checking herself in the mirror, making sure the lotus pattern on her shaved side was still in its right shape. She wanted to look good if they got caught and sent to jail.\n\n“This was the address Zed gave me when he left. Even if it sent us the wrong way a few times, I can see why,” she checked her GPS, then her signal. “We have barely anything out here.” She grabbed her short leather jacket and hopped out of the car.\n\n“No point in wasting time. We’re going in.”\n\nShe pointed to the building in front of them, slinging her jacket over her tank top. Roughly the size of an average college dormitory, the bricks had lost nearly all of their white paint. Whatever remained was already peeling off. Frosted blue windows lined the sides of the building, several of them shattered and blocked by panels of OSB, rotting from exposure to the elements.\n\n“We should call the police, Maka!” Brock protested. “He’s been gone for a month, ok? We aren’t vigilantes. You really think we can break in there and find any evidence of him being kidnapped,” he struggled to speak through the swarm of mosquitoes, waving his arms wildly, “held hostage, I don’t know, something?!”\n\n“Keep your voice down!” Maka held her hand out toward him. “You’re gonna alert them before we even try anything.” She opened the trunk and grabbed a black crossbody bag covered in colorful pins and buttons. “We need to find out what happened to Zed, and I’m going in there with or without you.” She pulled a flashlight out of the small bag and slung it over her shoulder. “See?” Maka turned the light on and shone it into the sky.\n\n“Now why would an abandoned factory have smoke from the stacks?” Brock looked where she’d pointed the light. Sure enough, all three smokestacks of the factory were spilling fumes. “That’s sus as all hell.” She strode toward the front doors, leaving Brock behind, a stern look on her face. She’d go in alone if he was too much of a wuss.\n\n“Uh…” Brock looked at the car, then back at Maka. “Fine!” He ran to catch up.\n\nExpecting the doors to be locked, Maka grabbed them and ripped them open with force. To her surprise, they gave no resistance, flying right open. “That’s not a good sign.” A wave of dank, moldy air greeted them, Maka nearly falling over at the scent.\n\n“How so?” Brock asked, panting as he caught up. \n\n“If they’re just unlocked, they must be expecting us.”\n\n“Or they’re just lax with security because they know no one will come out here unless they’re supposed to be here?” Brock suggested. “How many people do you think are gonna walked in here uninvited, let alone drive here in the first place?”\n\n“We’ll see.” Maka stepped inside, Brock behind her. “We’re coming for ya, Zed,” she whispered. The place was a disaster. Gaylord boxes overflowed with papers and other, smaller cardboard boxes, while dirt, leaves, and other debris covered the floor along with the overflowed papers. \n\n“Welp, there’s nothing here,” Brock said quickly. “Time to go.” Maka grabbed him by the collar of his shirt as he turned to leave, pulling him further inside. “Come on!” Brock whined. Do you see any doors here? There’s just the abandoned factory floor.” He gestured to the wide open space, filled with the Gaylord boxes. “There’s no way Zed came here; it was a fluke. Your GPS got it wrong.” He continued spitting excuses. \n\n“Ugh, some friend you are, Brock.” Maka thought about releasing him in spite, but that’d risk losing him, too. Even with the flashlight, she blended in with the darkness, no thanks to her black attire or her skin tone. They dove deeper into the factory, fighting off the stench and occasionally tripping over smaller boxes of papers.\n\nThen, Maka stopped abruptly. “Brock…” she whispered and grabbed him by the arm. Aiming the light at the far wall, the two made a discovery. “Look at that.”\n\nA doorway on the far wall.\n\nAn eerie orange light spilled out of the cracks. “Oh, hell no.” Brock tried to back away, but Maka’s grip was tight around his arm. “Don’t you watch horror movies?” Brock asked with a hiss. “There are aliens down there. As far as we know, Zed is one of them now.”\n\n“I don’t care.” Maka pulled him along with her, each step filling Brock with dread. She ignored his pleas even as she placed her hand on the metal handle and pulled it open. “Why does no one lock their doors here?”\n\nThis was what she was hoping for. A metal catwalk above the entire operation. Below them was an epoxy floor, alive with activity. Black, shiny creatures strode around, either performing various activities or standing in place. The orange fluorescent lights gleamed and reflected off of them as they performed their tasks. \n\n“What are those things?” Maka asked as she leaned over the catwalk.\n\n“Get down!” Brock whispered loudly, pulling her back and onto the catwalk. Maka shot him a look of distaste. “You wanna get your ass caught?”\n\n“This is huge,” she exclaimed in hushed tones. “Wait will we tell people about this.”\n\n“What about Zed?” asked Brock.\n\n“Surprised you asked,” replied Maka. Brock sighed as she continued. “We’re gonna find him first, of course. We’ll need people to believe us. Video can be faked.” \n\nBrock started sweating. “I have a bad feeling about this.”\n\n“Whatever,” Maka said. “Look, we’ll head down the stairs and sneak around a bit.” She pointed to the far end of the catwalk. “You go first so I can watch you.” Brock sighed and turned, army-crawling away with Maka at his heels.\n\nMaka couldn’t pry her eyes away from the factory floor. Some of the creatures circled a huge vat of… something, stirring it with what looked like a manual agitator. They looked like squirrels, or beavers, but… not exactly. The massive, bulbous breasts on their chests seemed to defy gravity, bobbing and jiggling up and down with every slight motion, perky nipples large and permanently erect. With the orange light reflecting on their bodies, it was hard to tell. If anything, they looked like toys of some kind. The vat was filled with something of a similar appearance - jet black and viscous. It stirred without splashing or sloshing, and was just as reflective as their bodies.\n\n“Like, oh my gawd,” a voice said. “I totes can’t believe it.”\n\n“Like, what?” Another said.\n\n“Did you, like, hear what N-311 said yesterday?”\n\n“That slut! What?”\n\n“I literally can’t even. She told B-943 that her titties were better because they were smaller. Like, girl.”\n\n“Oh. MA. GAWD!”\n\n“Oh god,” Maka groaned. “Are they bimbos?” She stopped to listen in. \n\n“You think that, like, smaller titties can service a dick better? No way, gurl.”\n\n“I know! That's totally what I said. Then I whipped out my dick and showed her just how amazing big titties were.” \n\nShe couldn’t figure out who was talking. [i]Tits? Dicks? What the hell is this?[/i] \n\n[b]CREAK[/b]\n\nThe catwalk voiced complaints about being occupied. “Oh no,” Maka said. She turned to Brock, who was too far ahead to grab. It didn’t matter. The metal folded between them.\n\n[b]TWANG[/b]\n\nOne of the supports broke. \n[b]\nTWANG TWANG[/b]\n\nThen more.\n\nThe two screamed as they were sent to the floor. The creatures turned and looked at the collapsing catwalk. “They should, like, totally fix that.”\n\n“Good thing no one’s allowed up there. That’d be like, literally bad.”\n\n“Wait, did that fall on top of the lab?”\n\nBrock rose from the floor as the dust began to settle, chunks of blocks around him. “Maka?” he shouted in a whisper. “Maka?” She wasn’t there. “Oh god…” Suddenly, something grabbed him by his hands and knees. Long, metal arms with cartoon gloves pulled him off the floor. “HEY!” He shouted. “Let go of me!” \n\n“Stop shouting,” a female voice called through the noise of mechanical whirring. Through the remaining dust, Maka’s voice called out. “They’ll come in if you give us away.”\n\n“So?” Brock tried ripping his arms away from the hands, but they were tightly wrapped around him. “We already gave ourselves away!”\n\n“Yeah, sure,” her voice went up a few notes. “Let ‘em know, then.”\n\n“What?” The hands pulled Brock onto a table right next to Maka, the arms retracting into a slot, but the hands firmly grasping him. “What’s with the attitude? We need to try and, OW!” A needle jabbed into his thigh. A red fluid poured into his body, his veins turning the same color. “What the hell was that?” He turned to see Maka next to him on another table, restrained around the ankles and wrists, her head turned away. “Maka? Maka, they jabbed me with something. Are you ok?” He wriggled but couldn’t escape. “Maka?”\n\n“Like, totally,” she replied.\n\n“What?” That didn’t sound like her at all. In horror, he watched Maka’s ears shift to the top of her head and mutate to a round, stubby shape as if they were being dragged along a 3D model effortlessly. “Maka?!” Neon red fur sprouted from her skin, covering her body. Her clothes became lumpy and disheveled as floof sprouted from underneath.\n\n“I’m like, totally great.” Maka turned her head. Brock screamed. Maka had a snout! And… and… whiskers and a nose!\n\n“What the hell is going on?!” His body grew hotter with fear. But it wasn’t fear that was doing it. His skin was also sprouting fur, a deep blue swarming over his arms and legs. “NO!” Brock shouted, as his voice went up a few octaves. “Like, this is not happening!” His speech took on the familiar valley-girl tone, as if every sentence were a question. His fingers shrank into fat nubs, a sharp pain piercing them as claws appeared from the tips.\n\n“Hell, yeah, Queen,” Maka exclaimed, watching Brock’s changes. “You’re totally slaying.” \n\nMore hands with needles lowered from the ceiling, the red serum inducing fear in Brock’s mind. He gritted his teeth and tried to pull his arms free one last time. With new strength that he didn’t seem to have before, he yanked his limbs free from the gloved hands. “Shit!” He cried, darting to Maka. “MAKA!” He grabbed her and pulled at her arms, seeing a needle in her left arm, injecting its contents into her body. “Get away from her!” He swung at it, but missed, only to have the gloved hand finish injecting the second dose of serum into Maka.\n\nBrock yanked her off the table and ran for the door, hanging from its hinges.\n\n“Wait,” Maka said, her body progressing as Brock lugged her out of the building, carrying her in his arms. “I, like, totally need to get the rest of my meds.” Her shirt wrapped tightly against her body, stretching as thin as cheap paint from a downtown hardware store. Her jeans had ripped on the way out, exposing her thicc thighs, which were only getting larger and engulfing her thong around her lower body.\n\n“We totes need to get out of here.” Brock dove behind a small silo, dragging Maka with him. “This is a nightmare. This is a nightmare!” He repeated, trying to get a hold of the situation. He looked at Maka, growing thicker in all the right places. Then he caught a glimpse of his hand, rather, paws. “Like, where are you, Zed?”\n\n[center]\n____________________\n[/center]\n\nAn alarm went off on the console in the security pit. The skunk drone manning the floor woke from her slumber with a start. “GUCCI?!” She looked over at the console. Three screens: One showed the lab, another the collapsed catwalk, and the third, the most startling of all, showed three non-shiny freaks hiding behind one of the latex silos!\n\n“Uhhh…..” she sat there not sure what to do. “Who are THEY?” She bapped her large, squeaky paws on the keyboard and zoomed in with the camera in question. Audio feedback came through garbled, but clear enough to make out. \n\n[i]”This is a nightmare. This is a nightmare!” [/i]The blue creature said, holding its head in its paws. [i]”Like, where are you, Zed?”[/i]\n\nShe remembered reading something about this before. If anyone breaks in, she has to press a certain button. But which one? She looked over the immense control panel at her disposal. “Ok, think, gurl. All the ones you’ve ever had to push were these,” she pointed as she spoke to herself, “and those. That one once, but that was because I fell asleep.”\n\nThe HUD built into her visor was trying to show her which button to press, the large red button underneath a glass shield, with a yellow and black striped sign that read ‘intruder alert’. “Um…” She thought. Tapping her visor to connect to her bestie. \n\nThe visor showed an animated phone ringing with a picture of U-467. “Heeeeey, gurl,” U-467 said once she picked up. “What is up, V-142?”\n\n“Hay, babes.” U-467 wiggled her fingers as if there, greeting her. “Listen. Um, we have alert things. There are, like, people in here? What do we do again?”\n\n“Ugh, I swear. You’d lose your head if it weren’t for me.” V-142 scoffed in a silly manner. “Remember that big red button in the corner?”\n\n“Yas.”\n\n“That’s the one, you bimbo.”\n\n“Hey, who are you calling a bimbo, you bimbo?”\n\nThe two laughed, knowing full well where they stood. “Just hit the button already. I totes gotta get back to churning this latex and stuff. Baiiiii~” V-142 hung up.\n\n“Such a bestie!” U-467 found the button underneath the glass shield and raised it. “Totes gonna push it,” she raised her nubby hand for dramatic effect.\n\n“Hold it,” a voice said as a hand grasped U-467’s wrist. “I already see the intruders.” U-467 turned and saw the man in charge. His thick fingers couldn’t be mistaken for anyone else's. \n\n“Hey, Daddy,” U-467 chirped. “I was totes gonna report this, I swear.”\n\n“No, you did the right thing, Unit U-467,” he said, reaching back to tie up his hair with a hair tie that he always kept on his wrist. “What have we got here?” He scooted his round body closer to the screens, eyeing the one with the intruders on it. \n\n“I love your shirt today, Daddy,” U-467 complimented the human. As far as they knew, his name was Daddy. “It’s, like, your favorite one, isn’t it?”\n\n“Yes, it is, Unit U-467,” Daddy commended her on remembering this fact. However, now wasn't the time. His fat belly hung out of his shirt as he leaned over to watch the two partially transformed humans sneaking around his factory.\n\n“Do you know anything about these two?”\n\n“Totes nothing.”\n\n“I see…” His glasses hid his scowling green eyes. It looked like they had ran afoul of one of the old assimilation stations. This would work in his favor. “Monitor them. If they discover something, and start making their way to an exit, alert me.” He stood upright and caressed the drone’s enormous breasts as if to help her remember.\n\nU-467 giggled like an idiot and presented her chest for Daddy to play with as he pleased. He touched and fondled, squishing the breasts in his hands. Once he was satisfied, he turned and walked away.\n\n“I've worked too hard to let anyone stop me now.”\n[center]\n____________________[/center]\n\n\nThe two partially-transformed humans stood behind one of the three silos in the factory, waiting for an opportunity to escape. “So, what do you suppose happens when they find us?” Brock asked, tugging at his shirt. His new fur was horribly itchy, driving him up the wall. Constantly, he found himself reaching underneath his clothing to scratch an insatiable insatiable itch that seemed to move whenever he tried to attack it.\n\n“They're, like, our besties, Brock.” Maka was in her own world. “Why are we hiding?” She took steps away from the silo, more than eager to say hello to the many skunks out in the open, stirring the open pit of black goop. “Their titties are so big.” Maka reached out to grab them, but was pulled back by Brock's large paws. \n\n“Hey, stop it!” Brock latched onto her paw the best he could with his own, trying to keep her nearby. “Why do you, so,” he paused trying to think of the proper word. \n\n“Ugh, I'm so totally hot.” Maka wiggled her free arm out of her leather jacket, her shirt underneath so tight against her body that it looked more like spandex. “Let me take these off already,” she whined, trying to rip the cotton and polyester shirt away from her torso with her inflated mitts. Brock didn't get a chance to protest, as it seemed Maka’s body agreed with her. A ripping sound came from her chest as the shirt, already stretched thin, was pushed to its limit.\n\nShreds of fabric went flying as Maka’s furry chest exploded free, doing the work for her, the yellow nipples puffy and wide. “Oh, ma gawd, that is totes better.” They didn't stop growing either, the modest D cups they once were had become nearly as large as the most succulent, bulbous, personal watermelons, far more than just a handful each.\n\nBrock couldn't help but stare. And who could blame him? The titties were big. He could feel his pants getting tighter and tighter the longer he looked in their direction. [i]No way…[/i] If whatever was injected into her caused that, what would happen to him? \n\n“What’cha looking at?” Maka teased. She ripped her arm from his grip and cupped her girls, squeezing and toying with them, heavier than ever. “Jealous?”\n\nThe curious thing was – he was! 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The tent in his pants was becoming a strain on his body with how much blood was being pumped into it, bulging and aching with need.\n\n“Oh, ma gawd,” Maka snorted. “Are you getting hard for me?” She reached around her bulbous breasts and fondled the bulge in Brock’s ever-tighter pants. “You, like, totally are.” Maka leaned forward, pressing her snout against Brock’s head. “You wanna cum for me, don’t you, big boy?” His face grew bright red, only the smallest glimpse of his forehead visible through her knockers. “I can tell. Don’t lie to me.”\n\nHer hands rubbed up and down his tent, teasing him ferociously. “Let this bad boy out. I wanna see what I’m working with.” Brock didn’t make her wait. He, at this point had become a slave to her bodacious [i]vibez,[/i] unable and unwilling to stop himself from doing anything he wanted. He found it difficult to oblige, however, as his thighs prevented his waistline from moving too far down his body. Little did Brock know, his body was, in fact, changing as he so desired, just not in the exact way he’d wished.\n\nBrock moaned as Maka continued to fondle his member through his pants, giggling at the ‘situation’ he’d gotten himself into. “What’s wrong, cutie?” \n\n“Uh….” He tugged and tugged at his pants, but they were stuck! The cargo shorts dug into his thighs, getting tighter by the second. [i]GAH! I’m in middle school again![/i] The risk from being exposed was even greater now. Being caught with his pants down, or, at least some of the way. The problem seemed to remedy itself, however, as the ripping of cotton filled his ears and the pressure around his legs instantly eased.\n\nEven his underwear didn’t survive the blow. Shreds from his red boxers contrasted against his blue fur. He blushed, the red on his face as red as what remained of his boxers, somehow showing through the dense layer of face fluff.\n\n“Good boy,” Maka teased, ripping the shred of underwear that hid Brock’s cock from her. The sound of the material ripping made the skunk drones’ ears stand up, stopping what they were doing to turn toward the noise. “Gimme some of that dick, mister man.”\n\n“What was that?” one of the drones asked, sniffing the air.\n\n“Smells weird,” another said, holding her nose to the sky and sniffing adamantly. \n\nThis brought Brock out of his trance. “Shit,” he whispered through clenched teeth. He ripped his head from Maka’s tits and darted left to right, looking for anything to distract the drones. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon,” he demanded. “There’s gotta be something.” Amongst the shreds of pants, underwear, and shirts, lay a few chunks of concrete. [i]No way this works.[/i] He leaned over and grabbed a hunk of it, chucking it WAY over Maka’s head.\n\n“What was that?” \n\n“I don’t know. Let’s, like, look.”\n\n“Maybe Daddy is here!” \n\nThe mass of them all ran toward the rock, their tits jiggling and bodies squirking while doing so. Brock grabbed Maka as much as his digits would allow and pulled her away. “Come on, we gotta go.” He ignored Maka’s begging for more ‘snuggling’ and looked both left and right for a way out. A brown door along the wall they were approaching was growing increasingly attractive by the second.\n\nWith his free hand, Brock grasped the handle and tried to pull, but the door didn’t budge. “What?!” He shouted. Trying to pull it again, it made a loud[b] thunk [/b]against the frame. \n\nThe skunks were turning around, looking disappointed that whatever made the noise wasn’t anything fun. Their bimbo-speak got increasingly louder as he tried to break down the door.\n\n“Like, what a bummer. The building made weird noises or some shit.”\n\n“Back to work or whatevs.”\nIs it to sorta much to ask, like, for big dick once in a while? I mean, seriously. I just basically want someone to destroy my pussy. Like, really stretch this body out, ya know?\n“Gurl, you’ve had enough.”\n\nMaka watched her brethren approach her with wide, forlorn eyes. “You never have enough, gurl,” she responded quietly. She broke away from Brock’s hand, more than eager to join the skunk drones in their prattle and gossip.\n\n“Maka!” Brock reached out to her, yanking her toward him. But she was too heavy,and fell into him, sending both toward the door, knocking it off its hinges. Riding the door like a sled, they careened down the stairs, the door handle on the underside hitting each step as the toboggan gathered speed.\n\nOnce the door hit the wall, their momentum threw them off, sending them tumbling down the rest of the way like glass bottles for a very timely referenced social media trend. The drones huddled around the open doorway, wondering where all the screaming was coming from down the stairwell.\n\n“Should we see what’s going on?”\n\n“We’re, like, not supposed to until our shift ends, remember?”\n\n“You’re so right. What would I do without you? You’re the smart one, M-182.”\n\n“Um, DUH!” \n\nThey turned and went back to work, leaving Maka and Brock to slam against the door to the 2nd floor.\n[center]\n____________________[/center]\n\n\n“Where are they now, Unit U-467?” Daddy asked, bursting the door open to the security pit. “My proximity alarms went off.”\n\n“They’re like, totally, on the 2nd floor, Daddy.” U-467 turned to face him. “I don’t know how we didn’t catch them. There are like, so many of us there!”\n\nDaddy approached the screens, viewing the monitor that showed their intruders opening the door to the 2nd floor and snooping around. “Can’t say I’m surprised,” he sighed. “I didn’t program you for that. Well, not yet anyway.” He chuckled to himself and continued. “Looks like the female is topless now. The serum is working.”\n\n“What’s that mean, exactly, Daddy?”\n\n“It means, my dearest little bimbo,” he caressed her tits, getting moan of pleasure from her, “that the longer they wait, the sooner they’ll end up like you. We just need to get them covered in latex to seal the deal. I barely visit the 2nd floor, wonder how research is going.” He pinched her nipples, getting her to scream.\n\nWhy don’t I go on break, and we can watch them together?” He pulled his sweatpants down, revealing his cum stained boxers. “Oooooooh, you naughty, Daddy!” She pounced on him, sending the chair backwards and spinning wildly.\n[center]\n____________________[/center]\n\n\n“What is this place?” Brock asked. The room was bathed in an eerie pale blue light, with the corners of said room still cast in darkness. The light spilled from two rows of what looked like short pedestals. Brock held Maka’s hand as they sidled against the wall, peering toward the light. A distinct, musty smell filled the entire floor from the dust being kicked up by their feet.\n\n“Like, where’s the door or whatever?” Maka asked, trying to yank her arm out of Brock’s hand.\n\n“I don’t know,” he said nervously. He suddenly fell over, his shoes bursting from the soles and ripping apart. Clawed skunk feet emerged, leaving his sneakers in pieces. “Shit,” he bemoaned. “We totes gotta get outta here.” He shot his hands over his mouth.\n\nIt was getting worse.\n\n“You worry too much, babes.” Maka replied from a few feet away. In the few seconds Brock’s hands weren’t holding hers, she had wandered to explore. \n\n“Maka!” Brock shouted, struggling to balance on his newly transformed feet. “Don’t wander off!”\n\n“Hello?” A different voice asked. “Like, is there?”[i] FUCK![/i] Brock could barely see, Maka ran off, and it sounded like there was someone else here. “Like, hello?”\n\nBrock hesitated, but decided to try something… crazy.\n\n“Yah, babes. I totally, like, got lost and shit.” he said, trying his best not to lose his cool.\n\n“Oh, Y-174 is that you?” The voice called out. He couldn’t figure out where the other drone was. “No, uh, you silly. I’m…” he hesitated, “B-182. You remember, don’t you?” He smacked himself. [i]B-182? Really?![/i]\n\nThere was a pause. “Umm, I don’t.” Something shuffled in the corner. “But, I’m literally stupid, so I’m totally not surprised I forgot.” The drone giggled. “It gets so boring guarding this floor, you know? I mean, no one ever comes here.”\n\nIt was working! He decided to creep along and try to find Maka. “So, like, what is this floor anyway?”\n\n“Oh, I totes can’t tell you. That’s for me, Z-154, and Daddy to know. Sorry, babes.”\n\n“Aw, c’mon, babes. You know you can trust me, right?” Silence. Then a slight movement by the pedestals of light made him think he had found Maka. [i]God, I hope she’s smart enough to not find these drones and like, hug them or something. [/i]\n\n“I dunno. Daddy told me not to tell anyone. He’s be super angry if I, like, told someone else the secret and shit.” Then under her breath, the drone said quietly, “Probably not fuck me, either.”\n\n“C’mon, babes. Spill the tea.” He felt that this bimbo speak was getting easier and easier the more he tried to fake it. “Tell me everything.” He banked on the fact that bimbos couldn’t resist gossip. Luckily, he was right.\n\n“Ok, I’ve TOTES been itching to tell.” Brock snuck over to the pedestals and crouched behind them, hoping that being near the lights would give something away. Sadly, Maka was still missing! “Ok, so get this. A few weeks ago, we found this human right? We sent him down to that stank ass third floor, cause Daddy was having a horrible time with this latex, right? Haven’t seen him since, but there are so many more of us! Yaaay!”\n\nEven if this girl was a bimbo, she sure knew the right thing to say. A few weeks ago? That was when Zed disappeared. Brock couldn’t answer. At last, a clue to where he was! “And these things here,” the voice sounded closer than ever now, “are where we keep the failures.”\n\nThe blue lights amplified, illuminating the room, and giving his position away.\n\nEven so, he couldn’t look away. On top of the pedestals were clear stasis tubes! Right out of a sci-fi movie! The water flowing through them held their hostages in place. But hardly any of them looked like living beings, merely black blobs aside from two.\n\nThe fifth creature in the row on his right looked more humanoid than the rest. Clearly a failed test subject. With only one yogaball sized boob, and a cock pencil thin and three feet long, he could only imagine what could have possibly gone wrong. Then there was the other one. “MAKA!” \n\nInside an unoccupied tube was Maka, being forced inside by yet another Skunk Drone. They had been found out! The drone shut the door and sealed it shut, while Maka pounded on the glass, hoping to shatter it. “Look at these freaks, Q-78,” the new drone said to her counterpart. Brock turned around, fearing that it had happened. The thing which he was referring to was that one trope in horror movies when you’re trying to run away from something, but encounter something else, then you find the thing you were running from is right behind you.\n\nSure enough, the other skunk drone he’d been faking a conversation with.\n\n“Le gasp! You totes fooled me.” They were even sexier up close. Their tits were massive, probably as large as their head, and not in the rhetorical sense. Clad entirely in black latex, Q-78’s hips were as large as his were now, if not slightly more. The large tail behind her stood upright, picturesque even, her drone designation number plastered lengthwise down the front-facing side of it.\n\nMost shocking of all was the very intimidating, girthy cock. It was unlike those of the other drones. While theirs seemed to go for length, Q-78's was only half the size but made up for that in girth. It looked like it could split him in two! To some, she was the very ideal of a skunk lady, if only she weren’t covered in latex.\n\nThen, there was the visor.\n\nWhat looked like a clear glass VR headset was strapped to her face, faint afterimages of a screen on the other side reflecting through.\n\n“And there’s two of them. Totes awesome job, Q-79, bestie!”\n\n“You know it, babes.” Brock turned to look at the other drone once more. Sure enough, it was like looking at a clone, aside from the ‘Q-79’ on the tail, and lack of a cock.\n\n“What are you gonna do with us?” Brock asked belligerently. Maka tried to add something to the matter, but the glass was so thick, her words became garbled beyond comprehension. Seeing this fail, she opted to pound on the glass one more time.\n\n“See here, little man.” Q-78 said with snark. “Hotties like us should totes not even have to deal with freaks like you,” she pointed to him with as much sass as possible. “And we wanna save Daddy the trouble dealing with you, so we’re literally gonna finish you off.”\n\nShe turned to her comrade and winked. Q-79 rotated a section on the pedestal, revealing a control panel with several colorfully backlit buttons. She started pressing them, and a meter on the side lit up, indicating something sinister. “Start her up, bestie. I’ll get this one. Get the latex though? Thankies.” After pushing a few buttons, Q-79 turned toward the darkness, walking over to where a large silver cylinder sat from the ceiling to the floor.\n\nAs soon as Q-79 turned around, Brock bolted for the stasis tube with Maka inside. “Where’s the lock and shit?” he asked in a valley girl tone. “Like, let her go!” he banged on the glass, staring at Maka frantically as water started to fill the tube. “MAKA!”\n\n“Don’t run, you little freak, we’re only getting,” Q-78 started to say, and with a surprising burst of speed, was upon him in a mere second, “started.” Q-78 wrapped her arms around him, her strength higher than he expected. She carried him to the tube next door to Maka’s and shut the door. Opening the control panel, she fiddled with the buttons.\n\n“Hey, wait!” Brock shouted, only to hear his voice reverberate in the small chambers. Q-78 showed no sign of hearing him at all, or if she did, she was an excellent actress. The neon lights from underneath him were blinding, causing him to squint. He could barely see Maka when he turned, her struggling to stay afloat with water up to her neck.\n\nWhat happened next, though, shocked both of them.\n\nSomething seemed to be sprouting from her back, just above her bubbly ass, poking out from her flesh like a horror movie. Suddenly, a long, bony tail erupted from it, the fluffy fur instantly soaked to the skin. She looked more like a skunk than ever before. Whiskers sprouted from her snout, only furthering the progression of her botched transformation. He couldn’t look away! A long, yellow stripe, starting at her head, appeared in her fur and trailed down to her new tail. What was causing all this, though?\n\nThere could only be one thing. The stasis tube liquid. Was it water, or something else?\n\nOr maybe the transformation was progressed with sleep?\n\nThat didn’t matter! Maka was crossing the point of no return, and he was powerless to stop it! He leaned against the glass, watching her transform into a sexy, stunning, absolutely otherworldly anthro skunk. Her breasts were getting even larger! Inflating as if someone shoved a pump into them, they reached sizes that certainly would hurt her back, nearly as large as a watermelon each and still growing!\n\nCrazier still was the bulge growing in her pants. It was a frightful, yet incredible sight. Ripping through her pants and continuing to develop was an enormous horse cock. Something started throbbing inside Brock. That same feeling when he saw Maka’s breasts on the first floor. He [i]yearned[/i] for that kind of equipment.\n\nSeeing a woman not only HAVE a cock, but be larger than HIM made him feel so… so… puny. It kept getting longer. Thicker. Veinier… “My god, she’s totally stacked!”\n\n“Oh, em gee,” Q-78 said with glee. “Bestie, look at this freak. He’s hard!” She pointed to Brock, laughing at him through the glass. He looked around his body, looking for whatever it was she was laughing at.[i] Oh my god! WHY NOW!?!?![/i]\n\nJust then, a goofy song came to mind that he never took seriously – until now, that is. NSP was right. This wasn’t a No Reason Boner though; this was a nervous tension boner, right? There wasn’t a chance in hell that he found this situation hot! He could tuck away his johnson, but he could never tuck away the shame.\n\nBrock’s body was telling him to do what he always did. ‘Jerk it, Bro.’ He longed to grasp his cock and just go to town, but hesitated…\n[b]\nC’mon, just do it! You’re already half skunk and trapped! What’s the point? Just have some fun.[/b]\n\nThe argument with his conscience fell silent as he felt his feet get wet. He looked down and saw that Q-78 had finished setting up the control panel. This was it. No escape.\n\n“You know, I may as well.”\n\nHe grasped his member, feeling the sweet satisfaction of submission clutch him. He was instantly throbbing. He ran his large bapper up and down his shaft, watching Maka’s head fall under the liquid he wasn't fully convinced was water anymore. Curiously, she didn't start choking, instead, grasped her new cock with one hand and tugged and pulled at her nipples with the other, clumsy mitt. They stared at each other with a knowing aura about them, something along the lines of, ‘If this is it, we may as well go out having fun.’ \n\nAs the liquid reached Brock’s knees, he felt a curious warbling wash through his body. His body, like his brain, surrendered to the situation and seemed to be adjusting just as Maka’s had. His thighs were already juicy, but he could feel them expanding even larger still! “Yeah,” Maka moaned in a natural bimbo tone of voice, “at least I’ll be sexy.”\n\nA thought crossed his mind. “Wait.” His face fell, but his hand refused to stop jerking. “MAKA!” HE shouted, hoping that his voice would be loud enough for her to hear.\n\n“MAKA!” Maka’s head turned to face him, hearts in her eyes with their shared goon session. “I, like, never told you!”\n\n“Oh, ma gawd,” Q-78 covered her mouth, suspecting what he was about to say. “Bestie, you’re missing all the fun! Are you done getting the latex or what?”\n\nQ-78 shouted from the shadows where she was tampering with the nozzle on the Latex vat. “Just about, god. You know it’s slow!”\n\nMaka didn’t respond verbally, but kept her attention on Brock as the liquid filled up to his balls, sending a jolt through his body. “I, GAH!” His knees collapsed, splashing into the fluid. His head was just above water. “I… I LOVE YOU!”\n\nFinally, Maka reacted. Her mouth fell open in shock, her eyes went wide, and she almost stopped stroking her massive cock. “I never had the nerve to tell you!” All this shouting was hurting his lungs, his ears ringing with the reverb. \n\n[b]Get it all out now. You won’t get the chance afterward.[/b]\n\nMaka placed a hand on the glass. Unable to speak, she mouthed the words as best she could. “I, like, already know.” She removed her hand from the glass and started furiously jacking off, the two-foot shaft aching for release. \n\nShe knew the whole time? “WHAT?!?!?!” Brock ripped his hand from his cock and pounded the glass. “WHAT?!?!?!?!” It was no use. Maka was too engrossed in her masturbation to listen. Her face scrunched up as if in pain. She screamed, as jets of cum shot from her new cock, stopping mid motion once they lost their momentum in the stasis fluid as if it were a frozen moment in time.\n\nSeveral ropes extra joined the party, cutting through the fluid but succumbing to the physics and dispersing. Maka’s arms fell to her sides, exhausted from ejaculation. The tank was full, and a brilliant flash filled the tank, leaving her in complete stasis.\n\n“NO!” Maka pounded on the tank, not realizing that the fluid level was up to his chin now. “Don’t leave me like this!” He realized it was no use and hung his head in sorrow. He should have known. She was way out of his league. He didn't even notice that his cock was shrinking, and just because the mood was ruined either. His faithful member was receding into his body, and his balls were slowly turning inside out as they followed suit, forming a new, pristine pussy. \n\n“I'm here,” Q-79 huffed carrying two heavy buckets of slopping latex. “What did I miss?” She set one down next to Brocks tank and locked eyes with his member, shriveling away. “Why does the freak look, like, sad and shit?”\n\n“He totes confessed and was low-key denied,” Q-78 replied. “I wanna feel bad, but at the same time, I don't. Once we're done, he won't remember.”\n\n“Aww, lame.” Q-79 set the other bucket next to Maka's tube, and gazed at the results. “This ones a total babe.” She pointed at the new skunk in the vat, frozen in place. “That jizz literally looks so good.” She licked her lips.\n\nQ-78 grabbed the bucket that her counterpart had left with her. “We gonna do this or what?” She opened another chamber in the side of the pedestal, revealing an intake valve that looked like a fuel filter port on a car. “I wanna go on break and,” she wiggled her pelvis, making her Jurassic member shake and wobble, “get some R&R.”\n\nShe started pouring the latex into Brock’s stasis tube, watching it ooze inside.\n\nQ-79 giggled, just setting down her latex bucket from Maka’s stasis tube. “What's stopping us from doing it right now?” She approached her, a sure wiggle in her fat ass cheeks. “You. Me. Right now.” She poked Q-78’s chest, sinking her finger into her soft, squishy breast. “Literally, right now. Literally, right here.”\n\n“You’re on, bitch.” The smallest amount of latex spilled from the bucket as the two fell to the ground. Q-78 pinned Q-79 to the floor and stared at her. “You are [i]such [/i]a whore.” Her cock started to twitch, eager to penatrate her bestie for the millionth time. “How many times have we done this now?”\n\n“Too many.” They tilted their heads and planted their lips together, long black tongues coiling around each other and sliding down their throats.\n\nAll the while, Brock watched as the latex poured in their tubes was introduced into the liquid, worming its way through the medium effortlessly. It reached Maka’s foot and instantly wrapped around it, climbing the rest of her body. Brock didn’t even bother to resist. It was over. He felt his legs get encased in something warm and slimy as the stasis fluid washed over his body. His cock was gone, replaced by a new, pristine pussy. He didn’t care, though. He didn’t even care that there was a tingling in his chest. Two buds sprouted on his chest, only growing larger and rapidly at that. Lemons, grapefruits, watermelons, all so quickly, his body became anything but his original one. A snout entered his vision, blocking a portion of his view, but that would soon be adjusted.\n\n[b]Well, you’re totes taking this well. [/b]A nagging voice in his head echoed. \n\n“I don’t have anything left,” Brock said, the liquid flowing down his throat, knowing he was just talking to himself at this point. Even the voice in his head was changing. Maka was half covered now, no trace of her fur where the latex was touching. Even her new, beautiful, delicious looking cock became enraptured with the goop. He reached for his own, just to find it wasn’t there. He sighed, seeing that he was nearly gone.\n\nWhatever happens now, he may not remember. He leaned back, allowing the latex to cover him, washing over his wide, sensual thighs and ass, up to his waist, then to his tits.\n\n“You are [i]such [/i]a slut!” Q-87 chortled as she pulled her dripping tongue out of Q-79’s throat. “I know what you want, though.” She grasped her cock, poking Q-79’s loose, stretched entrance. “You love this special, prime cock, right?”\n\n“Just put it in already, you meanie!” Q-79 begged. Rather than play her partner’s silly games, she thrust her hips forward and rammed her body onto the shaft that teased her to tantalizingly. “YAAAAAAAS!” She shouted. Hearts showed on her visor, elation gushing from every ounce of her suit, making her latex pulse and throb like the cock that she forced inside of her. “OH! Fock me harder, bestie!”\n\nAs the latex crawled up to his neck, caressing his new supple curves, the stasis tank filled to the top. The light flashed, and he felt the water start to harden. He took one last look at Maka before the latex covered his head, realigning his ears —the final feature that had remained human throughout this whole ordeal. As the latex enveloped the tip of his new, skunk-like tail that surged from his body, he started freezing in the stasis fluid.\n\nThe fluid began slowing his heart, keeping it just above the threshold to keep him alive. In the faint reflection inside the tank, Brock saw his body and didn't recognize himself at all. There wasn't a chance to dwell on it, though, as his brain slowed to such a slow pace that he was practically a statue.\n\n“I'm gonna totally cum!” Q-79 thrust in and out of her playmate, more than eager to watch her stomach inflate with all the spunk that was about to shoot from her rod.\n\n“Take it all, you whore!”\n\n“Fock yeah, bestie!” Her visor was sending warning signals now, but she ignored them. Drones weren't supposed to fuck eachother, but these two often disobeyed that. Being only a few of the original run, their autonomy allowed for a few overrides. The risk of what Daddy would do if they were caught, which they never were, was far less important than the pleasure that sharing the forbidden act of borderline incest sex gave them. “Fill me to bursting!” A pink mist began leaking from her asshole, surrounding the two in a cloud too dense to see in, even inside as they were.\n\nQ-78 got her wish. As she felt the cock inside of her pulse and throb, the head increasing in size, goo began spewing into her belly wildly, making her abdomen jiggle like jelly. She screamed like a slut, welcoming the seed inside her, and wrapped her legs around Q-79, pulling her cock inside deeper and pushing past the entrance to her womb.\n\nThe two stayed there on the floor, continuing their breeding session, not letting the setting keep them from rocking their socks off.\n\n\n[center]____________________[/center]\n\n\n\n“Oh, Daddy,” U-467 cooed as she lay on the floor, hearts in her eyes. “That was literally the best.” Daddy rose from the floor, his fleshy body sweaty and jiggling. “I know, that’s what I programmed you to think.”\n\nHis hair was slipping out of the hair tie, but he didn’t bother to fix it. “What’s going on?” He turned to the security cameras. “Take a break, U-467, I got this.” He sat in the chair and fiddled with the controls a bit, searching for the intruders. “Where did they go?”\n\nTurning the camera left and right, zooming and and out, he scanned the 2nd floor, handling the joystick just as well as his own cock. What caught his attention were two skunk drones fucking in the light of the stasis tubes. The tubes previously empty were occupied with the most anthro-looking drones yet, even out of all of them.\n\n“Hold up.” He zoomed in, and reached for his pocket. [i]Oh wait, his sweatpants were on the floor.[/i] So he bent down and reached further, pulling his phone from the pants pocket. He turned it on and tapped through the menus.\n\n> Contacts\n\n> Z-154\n\n> Call\n\n[i]Ring, Ring…[/i]\n\n“Z, it’s me. I have some interesting news for you.”\n\n“Yeah. I’ll be keeping track on my end.”\n\n“I think we found the perfect subjects for the Prime project.”\n\n\n\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\n\n\n\nTwo blinking red lights flashed, piercing the soft blue glow of the stasis tubes on the 2nd floor. As the control panel signalled that the cycle had completed, the stasis fluid drained, slowly filtering through mesh inside the base of the console.\n\nOnce sufficient levels of fluid had been drained, a [i]yellow [/i]light started flashing, and gloved hands emerged from below. The hands injected a green fluid into the subject’s arms, jumpstarting their biological processes. Within only a few minutes, they started moving, but were very confused.\n\nThe twin latex-covered skunks, making various disgruntled noises, walked out through the automatically opened doors of the stasis tube and fell to the floor with a wet splat. It was the skunk with a penis who was first to stand and check on the other.\n\n“Like, are you ok?”\n\nShe pulled the skunk up from the ground, it’s heavy tits weighing it down.\n\n“Totes no idea.” The skunk looked at the being that assisted it, think it looked very odd, but something in her brain was saying otherwise. The massive tits, wide thighs, bubbly butt, and lengthy cock was registering as normal to her.\n\nShe couldn’t rip her emerald-green eyes away from the cock. Nearly two feet long and as wide as a can of soda, it oozed pre-cum, a steady flow pooling at the rounded tip and oozing down the back of the shaft. Her mouth started watering instinctively. “You, uh,” she started saying, but was interrupted by the penis-wielding skunk.\n\n“Nice pussy,” she said bluntly. She pointed to the dripping cunt of the other skunk. Her first instinct was to lick it. The pool of femcum forming under her was slowly getting larger and larger. “We literally have the same problem.”\n\n“We totes do!” She blushed. “Wait, what’s your name, bestie?” She turned and faced the cock she wanted a taste of. “I bet your name is something Italian, like Rodrigo.” She caressed the dick in her hands. The warmth seeping through the latex radiated into hers. \n\nThe skunk placed a hand on her surprise partner’s head and giggled. “You’re, like, so silly.” But then, she paused. “Wait, I don’t remember my name…” \n\nNow both bimbos had paused. “Oh noes, I don’t have one either!” Fluids continued to dribble from their nethers, despite the shocking realization. “Well, your name must be Cock, with a fantastic cock like this.” She licked it, having that moral dilemma sorted out. It triggered all of the dopamine in her system, sending her over the moon.\n\n“And you must be,” Cock thought about her new bestie’s name. She didn’t have a dick like she did. Having her dick pleasured while trying to think was so difficult. The one community brain cell between them was struggling to stay on task. “You’re name, [i]oh[/i], must totally be pussy.” She grasped Pussy’s head with both hands, pulling her pelvis back and readying herself for full penatration.\n\n“Or maybe mouth. We’ll totally see which is better,” she said with the enthusiasm that only a bimbo with sex on the brain could give. \n\nPussy didn’t hesitate. Her long, black tongue wrapped around Cock’s head, savoring the delicious flavor of the latex-wrapped schlong. Cock shoved it into her mouth, going right past the opening and down her throat. Her latex body had ample amounts of give, stretching to give the length plenty of room to defile.\n\nThe salty taste of her precum coated her tongue, lingering all the while her member was there. Cock’s pupils narrowed, the tightness of Pussy’s throat was compressing her dick just enough to bring her to the edge of cumming already! “Fock! Pussy, I’m gonna cum!”\n\nPussy wrapped her arms around Cock’s legs, begging for a full load of her seed. Almost cartoonishly, her cock doubled in size, akin to a kink in a hose, then started unloading, visibly shrinking as Pussy’s stomach seemed to take it all in one go.\n\nPussy’s eyes watered with joy. \n\n“Whoa,” Cock commented as she started pulling out of Pussy’s throat, feeling weak at the knees. “That was, like, amazing.”\n\nPussy fell backward, grasping her ankles and spreading her legs open in a V position. “You’re totes not done yet, Cock.” Her pussy was practically gushing now, begging for something to spread it wide open. Cock had only started going soft before seeing that, but had shot to the sky, all two feet fully erect once more. \n\n“My bestie is a total slut!” She got on her knees and started licking the eager entrance. The fluid was so sticky! It clung to her tongue like the latex her body was now made of. Everything tasted like Pussy’s fluids and she knew nothing better. Pussy screamed, finally getting the action she longed for.\n\nIt didn’t take long for Pussy to climax, thanks to her bestie’s excellent tongue work. She shot bursts of fresh femcum onto Cock’s black face, making her glisten even more in the low, blue light. It was then that Cock had an idea. She shoved her tongue deep into Pussy’s pristine snatch, slurping as much femcum as possible, filling her mouth. Then, she climbed overtop of her, Pussy’s inflated pully and their monstrous breasts making it rather difficult to get close to eachother.\n\nWith one mischievous look, she dove for Pussy’s mouth, kissing her, and shoving her tongue inside, sharing the femcum she had stored with the owner of said fluids. They moaned as they coiled their tongue’s together, femcum and saliva swirling together and creating an unholy concoction, flowing down their throats.\n\nAll the while, Cock’s cock blindly prodded for the eager Pussy’s pussy. When she finally found it, she slowly invited herself inside. A muffled moan from Pussy let her know she was ready. Inch by inch, she went inside, femcum acting as lubricant. She had never felt anything like it before! Ridges and bumps lined the inside of her canals, only adding to the growing pleasures of their lesbian sex.\n\nCock immediately started thrusting, feeling her rounded tip rocket past the entrance to Pussy’s womb and stretching her belly further than she expected.\n\nIn return, Pussy ripped her mouth away from Cock, gasping for air. “Haaaaaa. Oh, ma gawd! Cock, you’re stretching me to the limit!” Cock didn’t stop, knowing a slut like Pussy wanted it. And she could prove it, too. The clenching around her dick, Pussy’s arms wrapped around her, and the fact that she wasn’t [i]actually doing [/i]anything to stop her.\n\n“You’re gonna make me cum again!” She screamed in ecstasy as more femcum coated Cock’s shaft inside of her. The explosion brought Cock close as well, and before long, she too had her repeat release. Pussy felt the dick inside of her double in size again, ramming as deeply as possible before its contents were spewed.\n\nCock was lifted into the air as her nut filled Pussy’s womb, cum leaking around the edges of the member stretching her body. \n\nAfter that, the two collapsed on the floor, already exhausted despite only just having awakened. “Like, what now?” Cock said as he gazed at Pussy, shooting her with a look of inquiry. After all that, it was hard to know what to do next.\n\nPussy gave Cock a sensual kiss on the lips. “Wait for me to, like, chill for a bit, then we explore. Duh,” she said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.\n\n“Maybe there are more dicks for me to milk.” \n\n[center]\n____________________[/center]\n\n\n\nIn a dark room, where the only light came from a small militia of computer screens, a figure in the dark was awakened by an alarm. Walking over to the screen from which the alarm came, his latex-covered body shimmered in the monitors’ light. And that visor, which covered most his skull…\n\nUnlike the visors on the skunk drones, this one was [i]intimidating, [/i]and far more scientifically advanced. Companies like Meta, Apple, Evo… they could only dream of reaching this level of advanced AR in their headsets.\n\nHe rose from the desk chair and looked at the screen through the yellow-black lenses that covered his eyes. “It seems my test subjects are awake at last.” He chuckled, stifling a bimbo-esque giggle. He watched the Pussy and cock go to town, listening to the wet plaps of sex. His own cock stirred, twitching and asking for someone to touch it.\n\nWhile one hand drifted down to the hardening cock, the other hand reached for the console. “I’ll show them the way in.” He pressed a button on his vast console and began preparing the final stages of his plan. Leaning back into his chair, he raised his free hand and began tapping, adjusting, and modifying various sliders on the HUD from his visor. “There’s like, not much time left,” his voice hitched up an octave as he giggled, sounding like one of [i]them[/i], but he cleared his throat loudly and abruptly.\n\nAll the while, he stroked his member, too late to shoot his goo to the voyeuristic view of his newest test subjects getting it on. Pussy’s stomach was inflating with cum, her screams filling the audio feed. That was fine, there was always a pair of drones mating somewhere, especially Q-78 and Q-79.\n\nHe searched the camera feeds until he found them and continued his fap.\n\n\n[center]____________________\n[/center]\n\n\nA red exit light came to life amongst the darkness of the 2nd floor. Pussy and Cock turned, immediately enratured by the new source of light. “Oooooh, look at that, Pussy.”\n\n“Think there are more friends on the next floor?” Pussy asked, rubbing her inflated belly, struggling to get off the floor.\n\n“Only, like, one way to find out.”\n\nCock pulled her bestie up off the ground withholding the desire to pin her to the ground for another round. “Maybe there’s an orgy down there.” The two slowly started walking toward the exit, jet black cum dripping from Pussy’s body and pre constantly flowing from Cock’s seemingly always-erect member.\n\nA nagging feeling lingered in Cock’s head. Why were they here? There was a reason, right? It didn’t make sense that they would just be [i]here[/i]—brief glimpses of some human that looked nothing like her shot through her head. “Were we… after something?” She stopped, trying to fight the silly memories that clearly weren’t hers.\n\nCome to think of it, though, what was she? \n\n“COCK! COME ON!” Pussy shouted from the darkness.\n\nThe staircase was fully lit, and as Cock walked in, they got their first good look at each other. Once they did, the same idea came to both of their minds, ignited by Pussy’s inflated tum and Cock’s erect dick. And that idea was to make out. Like teenagers on prom night. Latex oozed down their bodies as they shut out the world around them and sucked face. Cock’s dick found a home between Pussy’s tits and twitched, still sensistive from their wild fuck session only minutes before, cum oozing from her tip.\n\nThey finally pulled themselves apart when they needed to breathe, the cock betwixt Pussy’s meat mountains practically glued there from the concoction of cum from their breeding. “You’re totally stuck, Cock,” Pussy giggled, licking the tip of the tool that filled her to near bursting. That was enough to make it throb, knocking itself free. “You’re so hot, bestie.”\n\n“We should totes find a room down there and keep going,” Cock suggested. \n\n“YAS!” Pussy pumped her fists. “Let’s fucking go!” She ran down the stairs, her entire body shaking like a speed bag being assaulted by a boxer. Cock ran after her, nearly slipping on the cum oozing from her bestie’s pussy.\n\nThey opened the door at the bottom of the stairs and Pussy immediately started looking for a comfy place to host their next fuck session. It was dark just like the 2nd floor, but two red lights sat on the far wall, over a bed. “That’s perfect!” She ran for it, the constantly shifting weight on her body, nearly making her fall. Cock followed, not wanting to lose sight of her fuckbuddy.\n\nAs soon as Pussy dove onto the bed face first, a deluge of cum sprewing from her slit, she turned around just in time for Cock to pounce on her. “Where were we?”\n\nSuddenly, hands grasped their shoulders and lifted the two of them into the air, pulling them apart. “Well, well,” a voice said. “About time my test subjects find me.” The rest of the wall lit up, red light filling the room, and they were pulled onto examination tables mounted upright, their arms and legs instantly restrained.\n\n“Two weeks in a vat just to fuck like Catholic Rabbits.” The voice said with snark. “Honestly, I wish [i]I[/i]had that drive.”\n\n“Like, who are you?!” Pussy shouted. Cum began dribbling down the table and onto the floor. “Do you have a nice cock for us?”\n\n“Oh, I have much more than that, you bimbo.” A figure came into the light, red reflecting off the latex covering his body. His visor, more reminiscent of a campy sci-fi movie mind-reading device, covered his eyes completely. Cock glared at the figure nervously. His dick was easily larger than hers! A single breast sat on the right side of his chest.\n\n“There isn’t much time,” he said with that familiar tone that made the two skunks think this was a friend. “We need to, like, finish the testing and shit. Before it’s totes too late for me.” He waved his hand, and two hands lowered from the ceiling holding a syringe with a familiar orange fluid.\n\n“Hey,” Cock started to say, “I know what-YOW!” Without ceremony, the needles were injected into their bodies, draining the fluid in a matter of seconds. “I thought I already got my shots.” Did she, though?\n\n“Allow me to explain,” the figure said, suddenly spasming, but returning to normal. “I was tasked by Daddy to make the perfect skunk drone. Of course, I had no idea what he meant by this, but then he coated me with some of this experimental latex he had been trying to make himself.” He gestured to his body.\n\n“If I didn’t comply with his demands fast enough, my brain would be lost, nothing but,” he shuddered, “one of them.” His body spasmed and nearly fell over. Pussy watched with awe as another breast, a second to make a pair, grew on his body, inflating like someone filling a balloon with air. “But it’s already too late.” His tone changed, embracing a full bimbo tone of voice, with that nasal tone.\n\n“I’ve met his demands, but I can’t save myself.” He stood, feeling properly balanced now. “So I may as well, like, totes join them willingly.” He grabbed a syringe from a table nearby and shoved it into his arm. “With my besties.” He injected the fluid.\n\n“Wait…” Cock’s mouth fell open. Those lingering memories all came back in full force. “ZED!” She tried to rip herself away from the restraints. “ZED! It’s us!” Momentary awareness struck her. “We came to find you!”\n\nZed, or Z-154 as Daddy designated him, chuckled psychotically. “Well, you found me.” He stumbled forward, trying to take off his visor. Pained cries filled the room, his screams sounding more and more feminine, slowly becoming sensual. “EEEYAAAAAAAA!” Z-154 shouted as the visor came off, pulling strands of latex with it. He slammed it on the floor as the ripped latex on his body reformed. “It’s literally out of my hands now.”\n\nThe green eyes gazed at Cock and Pussy. “We’ll be together again.”\n\nHe held his arms out, and a third examination table rose from the floor, almost like this was planned from the start. Hands poured from the ceiling and carried him to it, locking him in place with the other two.\n\nThen, it began.\n\nVisors, reminiscent of the ones the other drones upstairs already had, were slapped over their faces, extending around the back of their heads and sinking into their latex skulls. Z-154 did not protest, instead welcoming it. Pussy moaned and cooed with pleasure. \n\nCock, however, resisted. “NO!” She closed her eyes, seeing the bright lights on the other side of her eyelids. “I’m not letting go!” She squirmed and forced her eyes to stay shut.\n\nZ-154 succumbed to his fate. He giggled helplessly and stupidly, staring at the screen out before him. “Good bimbos are leaky and musky.” His voice droned flatly.\n\n“My pussy drips and my mind slips.” Pussy spoke in the same flat tone, allowing her visor to work on her feeble, draining brain. \n\nGloved hands lowered from the ceiling and grasped the resisting drone's pulsing member, catching her by surprise. This one needed a little help. Her eyes opened abruptly, the black and white swirly pattern on the screen meeting her. “Wait! I-”\n\n[i]…..[/i]\n[i]\n…..[/i]\n[i]\n…..[/i]\n\n“Jiggle and Play. Must Obey.”\n\nAll it took was one glimpse. All resistance washed away like a beach ball in the ocean.\n\nThey were all under the spell, unaware of the changes that Z-154 had harnessed with the serum. The hands brought each of them a girthy horsecock dildo, shoving them into their leaking, needy pussies. They voiced their approvals with a slew of moans as every inch, the medial ring, and knot of the three foot toy was forced inside of them.\n\nA switch at the base of them was flipped, and they started vibrating. The room was instantly filled with their unfiltered, unique pleasured sounds. Cum erupted from Z-154’s dick, flying across the room and landing the the control panel in front of his many monitors. Sparks began to fly, and warning messages flashed on the screens.\n\n[i]Oh no! The surprise spew of semen fried the circuit boards![/i]\n\nSix more syringes fell from the ceiling, the hands that held them readily jagging them into their drone bodies, injecting the contents thoroughly. But they had no idea it was happening, their minds already having been wiped. The latex that cocered their sexy bodies began to shift and warp. Thin tentacles sprouted from their fat thighs, connecting to each other and forming handles, bringing a new definition to the term ‘love handles.’\n\nTheir nipples flexed, expanding and stretching, each becoming what was clearly a thick and lucious pair of lips. All of which began to drool, tongues sticking out, panting with the lust the syringes awarded them. \n\n[b]Good bimbos are leaky and musky.[/b]\n\n[b]Our cocks drip and minds slip.[/b]\n\n[b]Jiggle and play, we must obey.[/b]\n\nThe new drones chanted their mantra together, but with increasing struggle. Their mouths stiffened in an O-shape, another pair of DSLs forming around them. They’d become more like sex toys than drones at this stage, but they were helpless.\n\nTo compensate for all the new useable holes, the hands got to work filling them. Dildo after dildo was shoved into their bodies, their mouths and tits stuffed with horse cocks. Even if they were unable to speak, their visors flashed the messages above the hypnotic swirl, driving Daddy’s message deep into their minds.\n\n[i]Good bimbos are leaky and musky.[/i]\n \n[i]Our cocks drip and minds slip.[/i]\n[i]\nJiggle and play, we must obey.[/i]\n\nPink spray spewed from their assholes, filling the lab with an aphrodesiac gas and sending their bodies into a lustful overdrive. Moans spilled from their onahole mouths and lips, eager to voice their thoughts on the situation. Cum leaked from Z-154’s and Cock’s dick’s, practically coating the table underneath them with their black, gooey seed. Occasional spurts shot out from them, hitting the control panel.\n\n[b]3 minutes to hypnosis comple-[/b]\n\n[i]Splash![/i]\n\n[i]Kzzzzzzzzzzzkt! Ckkehcckketkt![/i]\n\n[b]7 minutes to hypnosis completion.[/b]\n\nThe malfunctioning equipment seemed all too eager to keep them under.\n\n[center]\n* * *[/center]\n\n\n“Open the door, Unit Q-78. I’m not going in there myself.” A male voice said from the other side of the stair case. The door opened and both Q-78 and Q-79 stepped in, instantly hit with the cloud of pink pheromone gas. They sniffed and sniffed as they wandered in. “This freak knows how to live,” Q-78 said impressed. “I totes wanna meet him.”\n\n“Yas,” Q-79 agreed. “Why didn’t I think of like, doing this?” she gestured to the room in general, unable to think of the words. \n\n“Enough of that, Units!” The voice called. “Find the button to open the vents!”\n\n“Ugh. Fine.” They walked through the pink wonderland, resisting the urge to get down and fuck eachother on the spot. Whatever Daddy demanded shalt be done, after all. After some fiddling with the cum soaked control panel, loud fans filtered the pink fumes up through the vents and out of the room.\n\n“At last. Z-154, you’ve been delaying me long enough.” In stepped Daddy, the total nerd that ran the place. “If I am not mistaken, you should have become one of them by this point. You better have provided… results…” he turned to see the three strapped to a table. “I see.” He chuckled. “Still had that last bit of human in you after all.” He fiddled with the control panel, trying to avoid getting his hands too sticky and gross. The hands came down from the ceiling and removed the various plugs from the three drone’s holes, and the restraints were undone. They stood there, waiting for something. “Units?” They shot to attention. “Which one of you is Z-154?”\n\n“Like, I am Daddy!” The drone in the middle said so proudly. “I’m so happy to be your Skunk drone and shit. Like, you wouldn’t believe.”\n\n“Who are these two?” He pointed to Cock and Pussy on either side of him.\n\n“This is, like, my two besties, Cock and Pussy, Daddy. They literally haven’t met you yet. Oh, ma gawd. I can’t believe it. You have to say hi!”\n\n“I liked him better as weird half thing,” Daddy mumbled. “Those names have got to go. I can’t be having you two have such abysmal names. No drones of mine will be without standard identification.” He walked up to Cock and looked her over. “Nice tits,” he said as he grabbed them, checking the springiness.\n\n“Very nice thighs. And what a cock!” He grasped it, feeling it’s size in his hands. “Puts mine to shame,” he mumbled. Daddy grasped the handles on their thighs and gave them a solid tug, seeing that they didn’t rip or bend. “What are these supposed to be?” He traced his finger along the lips on their breasts, and drew it back when he saw it open, and a wet tongue reached out to lick his finger. “Lipples. A nice touch.”\n\nHe turned to Pussy and, not as enthusiastically, looked her over. The only thing he bothered to check was her plush, stretched-out vagina. “You’re a slut, aren’t you?” He knew this for a fact, as he had been watching them over the security cameras. “As much as I despise women, and believe that they should have a cock, the market would not agree with me.” He turned around, then addressed the three of them directly.\n\n“You three are going to assist me in creating the newest line of Skunk Drones. “You two,” he pointed to Z-154 and Cock, “will be adjusting our current supply of latex with your own, ensuring we don’t have to dispose of what we have. But first,” he brought his hand to his chin. “Better names. I was never good at these. Uh…” He looked at the two news drones, despising such blunt names. “Ok, ok. Pussy, you’re X-1, and the first in the X series, and Cock, you’ll be Y-1, and the first in the Y series. There. Simple enough.”\n\nHe grunted in frustration. “Now everyone come with me. We need to get everyone converted to the new model.”\n\n[center]____________________[/center]\n\n\n“OH, EM, GEE!” A crowd surrounded the three new model drones. They watched as the brave volunteers were instantly transformed, Z-154 and Y-1 unloading their seed into the basic-bitch bimbo drone models while the futa models jizzed into X-1. Handles grew from their body, lipples sprouted from their nipples, and their mouths took on a new, lustful shape. “MY TURN! I WASNT MY TOTES FREE UPGRADE!” They all shouted at once.\n\n“Ladies, please, there’s plenty of time for all of you to get down and dirty with your sisters,” Daddy said with slight impatience. He stood next to Q-78 and Q-79. “Didn’t you wake the rest of the Q-series from cryo-sleep?”\n\n“We’ll do that after the Basic Bitches are totes converted,” Q-79 said with authority. “They’ll need more convincing.”\n\n“Besides, you’ll totes need us as your bodyguards and stuff,” Q-78 added. “You can’t have us be sex-crazed bimbos.”\n\n“You’re already sex-crazed bimbos, you idiots,” Daddy sighed. “I need to keep you two fairly autonomous in case my growing army decides to be, well, stupid. You can keep them in check.” He watched as one by one, the basic models took on the new X and Y appearance. Even the visors were modified.\n\n“Man, I hope I never find myself on the wrong end of that latex.”\n"
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"description": "Maka and Brock investigate an abandoned factory to find their friend Zed, who's been gone for a month. They have no idea what they're in for, though. Discovering that the factory is not at all abandoned, but occupied by a bunch of bimbo speaking skunk drones! Still adamant to find their friend they venture through the factory, getting caught in trap after trap, slowly becoming skunks themselves, and eventually meeting a literally sexy fate! Like, yas queen. This is totes a story for all you bimbo lovers out there, like, gurl. If you wanna see some lameos become fabulous and skunky, keep reading and shit. Hell yeah, babes!\n\nPart one of a sexy trilogy for Anonymous, we're getting into some sexy TFs and brain drain territory with this one. Stick around for parts 2 and 3. More skunks! More drones! More bimbo speak!\n\nAs always: share with your friends, drop a fave, and leave a comment\n\nFor the PDF: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/61312154/"
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"writing": "[center]Skunkspiracy\n\nPart 1 - Skunkception[/center]\n\nA chill nighttime breeze blew across the empty parking lot. They’d been driving in circles all evening, the GPS sending them on wild goose chases every other turn thanks to the bad reception in the area. At last, though, they’d found themselves in the right place. An abandoned factory surrounded by half-dead, four-foot-tall overgrown grass. A breeding ground for mosquitoes in the arid summer heat.\n\n“Are you sure this is the right place?” Brock asked as he got out of the Prius, the only car in sight. His shoulder-length auburn hair whipped to the side in the wind, covering his face. He swatted at mosquitoes who were instantly attracted to his delicious flesh, regretting his choice of clothing – cargo shorts and a t-shirt. “In the middle of nowhere?”\n\n“I’m sure of it,” Maka replied, flipping her hair over to the right, showing her buzzed left half. She sat in the driver’s seat, checking herself in the mirror, making sure the lotus pattern on her shaved side was still in its right shape. She wanted to look good if they got caught and sent to jail.\n\n“This was the address Zed gave me when he left. Even if it sent us the wrong way a few times, I can see why,” she checked her GPS, then her signal. “We have barely anything out here.” She grabbed her short leather jacket and hopped out of the car.\n\n“No point in wasting time. We’re going in.”\n\nShe pointed to the building in front of them, slinging her jacket over her tank top. Roughly the size of an average college dormitory, the bricks had lost nearly all of their white paint. Whatever remained was already peeling off. Frosted blue windows lined the sides of the building, several of them shattered and blocked by panels of OSB, rotting from exposure to the elements.\n\n“We should call the police, Maka!” Brock protested. “He’s been gone for a month, ok? We aren’t vigilantes. You really think we can break in there and find any evidence of him being kidnapped,” he struggled to speak through the swarm of mosquitoes, waving his arms wildly, “held hostage, I don’t know, something?!”\n\n“Keep your voice down!” Maka held her hand out toward him. “You’re gonna alert them before we even try anything.” She opened the trunk and grabbed a black crossbody bag covered in colorful pins and buttons. “We need to find out what happened to Zed, and I’m going in there with or without you.” She pulled a flashlight out of the small bag and slung it over her shoulder. “See?” Maka turned the light on and shone it into the sky.\n\n“Now why would an abandoned factory have smoke from the stacks?” Brock looked where she’d pointed the light. Sure enough, all three smokestacks of the factory were spilling fumes. “That’s sus as all hell.” She strode toward the front doors, leaving Brock behind, a stern look on her face. She’d go in alone if he was too much of a wuss.\n\n“Uh…” Brock looked at the car, then back at Maka. “Fine!” He ran to catch up.\n\nExpecting the doors to be locked, Maka grabbed them and ripped them open with force. To her surprise, they gave no resistance, flying right open. “That’s not a good sign.” A wave of dank, moldy air greeted them, Maka nearly falling over at the scent.\n\n“How so?” Brock asked, panting as he caught up. \n\n“If they’re just unlocked, they must be expecting us.”\n\n“Or they’re just lax with security because they know no one will come out here unless they’re supposed to be here?” Brock suggested. “How many people do you think are gonna walked in here uninvited, let alone drive here in the first place?”\n\n“We’ll see.” Maka stepped inside, Brock behind her. “We’re coming for ya, Zed,” she whispered. The place was a disaster. Gaylord boxes overflowed with papers and other, smaller cardboard boxes, while dirt, leaves, and other debris covered the floor along with the overflowed papers. \n\n“Welp, there’s nothing here,” Brock said quickly. “Time to go.” Maka grabbed him by the collar of his shirt as he turned to leave, pulling him further inside. “Come on!” Brock whined. Do you see any doors here? There’s just the abandoned factory floor.” He gestured to the wide open space, filled with the Gaylord boxes. “There’s no way Zed came here; it was a fluke. Your GPS got it wrong.” He continued spitting excuses. \n\n“Ugh, some friend you are, Brock.” Maka thought about releasing him in spite, but that’d risk losing him, too. Even with the flashlight, she blended in with the darkness, no thanks to her black attire or her skin tone. They dove deeper into the factory, fighting off the stench and occasionally tripping over smaller boxes of papers.\n\nThen, Maka stopped abruptly. “Brock…” she whispered and grabbed him by the arm. Aiming the light at the far wall, the two made a discovery. “Look at that.”\n\nA doorway on the far wall.\n\nAn eerie orange light spilled out of the cracks. “Oh, hell no.” Brock tried to back away, but Maka’s grip was tight around his arm. “Don’t you watch horror movies?” Brock asked with a hiss. “There are aliens down there. As far as we know, Zed is one of them now.”\n\n“I don’t care.” Maka pulled him along with her, each step filling Brock with dread. She ignored his pleas even as she placed her hand on the metal handle and pulled it open. “Why does no one lock their doors here?”\n\nThis was what she was hoping for. A metal catwalk above the entire operation. Below them was an epoxy floor, alive with activity. Black, shiny creatures strode around, either performing various activities or standing in place. The orange fluorescent lights gleamed and reflected off of them as they performed their tasks. \n\n“What are those things?” Maka asked as she leaned over the catwalk.\n\n“Get down!” Brock whispered loudly, pulling her back and onto the catwalk. Maka shot him a look of distaste. “You wanna get your ass caught?”\n\n“This is huge,” she exclaimed in hushed tones. “Wait will we tell people about this.”\n\n“What about Zed?” asked Brock.\n\n“Surprised you asked,” replied Maka. Brock sighed as she continued. “We’re gonna find him first, of course. We’ll need people to believe us. Video can be faked.” \n\nBrock started sweating. “I have a bad feeling about this.”\n\n“Whatever,” Maka said. “Look, we’ll head down the stairs and sneak around a bit.” She pointed to the far end of the catwalk. “You go first so I can watch you.” Brock sighed and turned, army-crawling away with Maka at his heels.\n\nMaka couldn’t pry her eyes away from the factory floor. Some of the creatures circled a huge vat of… something, stirring it with what looked like a manual agitator. They looked like squirrels, or beavers, but… not exactly. The massive, bulbous breasts on their chests seemed to defy gravity, bobbing and jiggling up and down with every slight motion, perky nipples large and permanently erect. With the orange light reflecting on their bodies, it was hard to tell. If anything, they looked like toys of some kind. The vat was filled with something of a similar appearance - jet black and viscous. It stirred without splashing or sloshing, and was just as reflective as their bodies.\n\n“Like, oh my gawd,” a voice said. “I totes can’t believe it.”\n\n“Like, what?” Another said.\n\n“Did you, like, hear what N-311 said yesterday?”\n\n“That slut! What?”\n\n“I literally can’t even. She told B-943 that her titties were better because they were smaller. Like, girl.”\n\n“Oh. MA. GAWD!”\n\n“Oh god,” Maka groaned. “Are they bimbos?” She stopped to listen in. \n\n“You think that, like, smaller titties can service a dick better? No way, gurl.”\n\n“I know! That's totally what I said. Then I whipped out my dick and showed her just how amazing big titties were.” \n\nShe couldn’t figure out who was talking. [i]Tits? Dicks? What the hell is this?[/i] \n\n[b]CREAK[/b]\n\nThe catwalk voiced complaints about being occupied. “Oh no,” Maka said. She turned to Brock, who was too far ahead to grab. It didn’t matter. The metal folded between them.\n\n[b]TWANG[/b]\n\nOne of the supports broke. \n[b]\nTWANG TWANG[/b]\n\nThen more.\n\nThe two screamed as they were sent to the floor. The creatures turned and looked at the collapsing catwalk. “They should, like, totally fix that.”\n\n“Good thing no one’s allowed up there. That’d be like, literally bad.”\n\n“Wait, did that fall on top of the lab?”\n\nBrock rose from the floor as the dust began to settle, chunks of blocks around him. “Maka?” he shouted in a whisper. “Maka?” She wasn’t there. “Oh god…” Suddenly, something grabbed him by his hands and knees. Long, metal arms with cartoon gloves pulled him off the floor. “HEY!” He shouted. “Let go of me!” \n\n“Stop shouting,” a female voice called through the noise of mechanical whirring. Through the remaining dust, Maka’s voice called out. “They’ll come in if you give us away.”\n\n“So?” Brock tried ripping his arms away from the hands, but they were tightly wrapped around him. “We already gave ourselves away!”\n\n“Yeah, sure,” her voice went up a few notes. “Let ‘em know, then.”\n\n“What?” The hands pulled Brock onto a table right next to Maka, the arms retracting into a slot, but the hands firmly grasping him. “What’s with the attitude? We need to try and, OW!” A needle jabbed into his thigh. A red fluid poured into his body, his veins turning the same color. “What the hell was that?” He turned to see Maka next to him on another table, restrained around the ankles and wrists, her head turned away. “Maka? Maka, they jabbed me with something. Are you ok?” He wriggled but couldn’t escape. “Maka?”\n\n“Like, totally,” she replied.\n\n“What?” That didn’t sound like her at all. In horror, he watched Maka’s ears shift to the top of her head and mutate to a round, stubby shape as if they were being dragged along a 3D model effortlessly. “Maka?!” Neon red fur sprouted from her skin, covering her body. Her clothes became lumpy and disheveled as floof sprouted from underneath.\n\n“I’m like, totally great.” Maka turned her head. Brock screamed. Maka had a snout! And… and… whiskers and a nose!\n\n“What the hell is going on?!” His body grew hotter with fear. But it wasn’t fear that was doing it. His skin was also sprouting fur, a deep blue swarming over his arms and legs. “NO!” Brock shouted, as his voice went up a few octaves. “Like, this is not happening!” His speech took on the familiar valley-girl tone, as if every sentence were a question. His fingers shrank into fat nubs, a sharp pain piercing them as claws appeared from the tips.\n\n“Hell, yeah, Queen,” Maka exclaimed, watching Brock’s changes. “You’re totally slaying.” \n\nMore hands with needles lowered from the ceiling, the red serum inducing fear in Brock’s mind. He gritted his teeth and tried to pull his arms free one last time. With new strength that he didn’t seem to have before, he yanked his limbs free from the gloved hands. “Shit!” He cried, darting to Maka. “MAKA!” He grabbed her and pulled at her arms, seeing a needle in her left arm, injecting its contents into her body. “Get away from her!” He swung at it, but missed, only to have the gloved hand finish injecting the second dose of serum into Maka.\n\nBrock yanked her off the table and ran for the door, hanging from its hinges.\n\n“Wait,” Maka said, her body progressing as Brock lugged her out of the building, carrying her in his arms. “I, like, totally need to get the rest of my meds.” Her shirt wrapped tightly against her body, stretching as thin as cheap paint from a downtown hardware store. Her jeans had ripped on the way out, exposing her thicc thighs, which were only getting larger and engulfing her thong around her lower body.\n\n“We totes need to get out of here.” Brock dove behind a small silo, dragging Maka with him. “This is a nightmare. This is a nightmare!” He repeated, trying to get a hold of the situation. He looked at Maka, growing thicker in all the right places. Then he caught a glimpse of his hand, rather, paws. “Like, where are you, Zed?”\n\n[center]\n____________________\n[/center]\n\nAn alarm went off on the console in the security pit. The skunk drone manning the floor woke from her slumber with a start. “GUCCI?!” She looked over at the console. Three screens: One showed the lab, another the collapsed catwalk, and the third, the most startling of all, showed three non-shiny freaks hiding behind one of the latex silos!\n\n“Uhhh…..” she sat there not sure what to do. “Who are THEY?” She bapped her large, squeaky paws on the keyboard and zoomed in with the camera in question. Audio feedback came through garbled, but clear enough to make out. \n\n[i]”This is a nightmare. This is a nightmare!” [/i]The blue creature said, holding its head in its paws. [i]”Like, where are you, Zed?”[/i]\n\nShe remembered reading something about this before. If anyone breaks in, she has to press a certain button. But which one? She looked over the immense control panel at her disposal. “Ok, think, gurl. All the ones you’ve ever had to push were these,” she pointed as she spoke to herself, “and those. That one once, but that was because I fell asleep.”\n\nThe HUD built into her visor was trying to show her which button to press, the large red button underneath a glass shield, with a yellow and black striped sign that read ‘intruder alert’. “Um…” She thought. Tapping her visor to connect to her bestie. \n\nThe visor showed an animated phone ringing with a picture of U-467. “Heeeeey, gurl,” U-467 said once she picked up. “What is up, V-142?”\n\n“Hay, babes.” U-467 wiggled her fingers as if there, greeting her. “Listen. Um, we have alert things. There are, like, people in here? What do we do again?”\n\n“Ugh, I swear. You’d lose your head if it weren’t for me.” V-142 scoffed in a silly manner. “Remember that big red button in the corner?”\n\n“Yas.”\n\n“That’s the one, you bimbo.”\n\n“Hey, who are you calling a bimbo, you bimbo?”\n\nThe two laughed, knowing full well where they stood. “Just hit the button already. I totes gotta get back to churning this latex and stuff. Baiiiii~” V-142 hung up.\n\n“Such a bestie!” U-467 found the button underneath the glass shield and raised it. “Totes gonna push it,” she raised her nubby hand for dramatic effect.\n\n“Hold it,” a voice said as a hand grasped U-467’s wrist. “I already see the intruders.” U-467 turned and saw the man in charge. His thick fingers couldn’t be mistaken for anyone else's. \n\n“Hey, Daddy,” U-467 chirped. “I was totes gonna report this, I swear.”\n\n“No, you did the right thing, Unit U-467,” he said, reaching back to tie up his hair with a hair tie that he always kept on his wrist. “What have we got here?” He scooted his round body closer to the screens, eyeing the one with the intruders on it. \n\n“I love your shirt today, Daddy,” U-467 complimented the human. As far as they knew, his name was Daddy. “It’s, like, your favorite one, isn’t it?”\n\n“Yes, it is, Unit U-467,” Daddy commended her on remembering this fact. However, now wasn't the time. His fat belly hung out of his shirt as he leaned over to watch the two partially transformed humans sneaking around his factory.\n\n“Do you know anything about these two?”\n\n“Totes nothing.”\n\n“I see…” His glasses hid his scowling green eyes. It looked like they had ran afoul of one of the old assimilation stations. This would work in his favor. “Monitor them. If they discover something, and start making their way to an exit, alert me.” He stood upright and caressed the drone’s enormous breasts as if to help her remember.\n\nU-467 giggled like an idiot and presented her chest for Daddy to play with as he pleased. He touched and fondled, squishing the breasts in his hands. Once he was satisfied, he turned and walked away.\n\n“I've worked too hard to let anyone stop me now.”\n[center]\n____________________[/center]\n\n\nThe two partially-transformed humans stood behind one of the three silos in the factory, waiting for an opportunity to escape. “So, what do you suppose happens when they find us?” Brock asked, tugging at his shirt. His new fur was horribly itchy, driving him up the wall. Constantly, he found himself reaching underneath his clothing to scratch an insatiable insatiable itch that seemed to move whenever he tried to attack it.\n\n“They're, like, our besties, Brock.” Maka was in her own world. “Why are we hiding?” She took steps away from the silo, more than eager to say hello to the many skunks out in the open, stirring the open pit of black goop. “Their titties are so big.” Maka reached out to grab them, but was pulled back by Brock's large paws. \n\n“Hey, stop it!” Brock latched onto her paw the best he could with his own, trying to keep her nearby. “Why do you, so,” he paused trying to think of the proper word. \n\n“Ugh, I'm so totally hot.” Maka wiggled her free arm out of her leather jacket, her shirt underneath so tight against her body that it looked more like spandex. “Let me take these off already,” she whined, trying to rip the cotton and polyester shirt away from her torso with her inflated mitts. Brock didn't get a chance to protest, as it seemed Maka’s body agreed with her. A ripping sound came from her chest as the shirt, already stretched thin, was pushed to its limit.\n\nShreds of fabric went flying as Maka’s furry chest exploded free, doing the work for her, the yellow nipples puffy and wide. “Oh, ma gawd, that is totes better.” They didn't stop growing either, the modest D cups they once were had become nearly as large as the most succulent, bulbous, personal watermelons, far more than just a handful each.\n\nBrock couldn't help but stare. And who could blame him? The titties were big. He could feel his pants getting tighter and tighter the longer he looked in their direction. [i]No way…[/i] If whatever was injected into her caused that, what would happen to him? \n\n“What’cha looking at?” Maka teased. She ripped her arm from his grip and cupped her girls, squeezing and toying with them, heavier than ever. “Jealous?”\n\nThe curious thing was – he was! A voice in his head nagged at him as his gaze remained transfixed on the bulbous mounds, growing louder and louder with time.\n\n[i]You deserve those tits, Brock.[/i]\n\n[i]You’ve needed tits like those all your life.[/i]\n[i]\nGive in, Brock. Take what’s yours.[/i]\n\n[i]Take it all.[/i]\n\n“Fuck…!” Brock caved, and as if acting on instinct shoved his face into Maka’s recently-upgraded milking equipment. And they smelled so [i]good[/i]! The sweat that had accumulated in her fur made him so horny. He couldn't help it. Maka grabbed his hands and brought them to her breasts as well, telling him to cop a feel.\n\nNot only did they feel soft, but the heft they had when he lifted them amazed him! His eyes blossomed with hearts as he let himself go for this one selfish moment, indulging in this desire. His body heated up with anticipation, heart pounding like a bass drum with joy, only adding to the heat. The tent in his pants was becoming a strain on his body with how much blood was being pumped into it, bulging and aching with need.\n\n“Oh, ma gawd,” Maka snorted. “Are you getting hard for me?” She reached around her bulbous breasts and fondled the bulge in Brock’s ever-tighter pants. “You, like, totally are.” Maka leaned forward, pressing her snout against Brock’s head. “You wanna cum for me, don’t you, big boy?” His face grew bright red, only the smallest glimpse of his forehead visible through her knockers. “I can tell. Don’t lie to me.”\n\nHer hands rubbed up and down his tent, teasing him ferociously. “Let this bad boy out. I wanna see what I’m working with.” Brock didn’t make her wait. He, at this point had become a slave to her bodacious [i]vibez,[/i] unable and unwilling to stop himself from doing anything he wanted. He found it difficult to oblige, however, as his thighs prevented his waistline from moving too far down his body. Little did Brock know, his body was, in fact, changing as he so desired, just not in the exact way he’d wished.\n\nBrock moaned as Maka continued to fondle his member through his pants, giggling at the ‘situation’ he’d gotten himself into. “What’s wrong, cutie?” \n\n“Uh….” He tugged and tugged at his pants, but they were stuck! The cargo shorts dug into his thighs, getting tighter by the second. [i]GAH! I’m in middle school again![/i] The risk from being exposed was even greater now. Being caught with his pants down, or, at least some of the way. The problem seemed to remedy itself, however, as the ripping of cotton filled his ears and the pressure around his legs instantly eased.\n\nEven his underwear didn’t survive the blow. Shreds from his red boxers contrasted against his blue fur. He blushed, the red on his face as red as what remained of his boxers, somehow showing through the dense layer of face fluff.\n\n“Good boy,” Maka teased, ripping the shred of underwear that hid Brock’s cock from her. The sound of the material ripping made the skunk drones’ ears stand up, stopping what they were doing to turn toward the noise. “Gimme some of that dick, mister man.”\n\n“What was that?” one of the drones asked, sniffing the air.\n\n“Smells weird,” another said, holding her nose to the sky and sniffing adamantly. \n\nThis brought Brock out of his trance. “Shit,” he whispered through clenched teeth. He ripped his head from Maka’s tits and darted left to right, looking for anything to distract the drones. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon,” he demanded. “There’s gotta be something.” Amongst the shreds of pants, underwear, and shirts, lay a few chunks of concrete. [i]No way this works.[/i] He leaned over and grabbed a hunk of it, chucking it WAY over Maka’s head.\n\n“What was that?” \n\n“I don’t know. Let’s, like, look.”\n\n“Maybe Daddy is here!” \n\nThe mass of them all ran toward the rock, their tits jiggling and bodies squirking while doing so. Brock grabbed Maka as much as his digits would allow and pulled her away. “Come on, we gotta go.” He ignored Maka’s begging for more ‘snuggling’ and looked both left and right for a way out. A brown door along the wall they were approaching was growing increasingly attractive by the second.\n\nWith his free hand, Brock grasped the handle and tried to pull, but the door didn’t budge. “What?!” He shouted. Trying to pull it again, it made a loud[b] thunk [/b]against the frame. \n\nThe skunks were turning around, looking disappointed that whatever made the noise wasn’t anything fun. Their bimbo-speak got increasingly louder as he tried to break down the door.\n\n“Like, what a bummer. The building made weird noises or some shit.”\n\n“Back to work or whatevs.”\nIs it to sorta much to ask, like, for big dick once in a while? I mean, seriously. I just basically want someone to destroy my pussy. Like, really stretch this body out, ya know?\n“Gurl, you’ve had enough.”\n\nMaka watched her brethren approach her with wide, forlorn eyes. “You never have enough, gurl,” she responded quietly. She broke away from Brock’s hand, more than eager to join the skunk drones in their prattle and gossip.\n\n“Maka!” Brock reached out to her, yanking her toward him. But she was too heavy,and fell into him, sending both toward the door, knocking it off its hinges. Riding the door like a sled, they careened down the stairs, the door handle on the underside hitting each step as the toboggan gathered speed.\n\nOnce the door hit the wall, their momentum threw them off, sending them tumbling down the rest of the way like glass bottles for a very timely referenced social media trend. The drones huddled around the open doorway, wondering where all the screaming was coming from down the stairwell.\n\n“Should we see what’s going on?”\n\n“We’re, like, not supposed to until our shift ends, remember?”\n\n“You’re so right. What would I do without you? You’re the smart one, M-182.”\n\n“Um, DUH!” \n\nThey turned and went back to work, leaving Maka and Brock to slam against the door to the 2nd floor.\n[center]\n____________________[/center]\n\n\n“Where are they now, Unit U-467?” Daddy asked, bursting the door open to the security pit. “My proximity alarms went off.”\n\n“They’re like, totally, on the 2nd floor, Daddy.” U-467 turned to face him. “I don’t know how we didn’t catch them. There are like, so many of us there!”\n\nDaddy approached the screens, viewing the monitor that showed their intruders opening the door to the 2nd floor and snooping around. “Can’t say I’m surprised,” he sighed. “I didn’t program you for that. Well, not yet anyway.” He chuckled to himself and continued. “Looks like the female is topless now. The serum is working.”\n\n“What’s that mean, exactly, Daddy?”\n\n“It means, my dearest little bimbo,” he caressed her tits, getting moan of pleasure from her, “that the longer they wait, the sooner they’ll end up like you. We just need to get them covered in latex to seal the deal. I barely visit the 2nd floor, wonder how research is going.” He pinched her nipples, getting her to scream.\n\nWhy don’t I go on break, and we can watch them together?” He pulled his sweatpants down, revealing his cum stained boxers. “Oooooooh, you naughty, Daddy!” She pounced on him, sending the chair backwards and spinning wildly.\n[center]\n____________________[/center]\n\n\n“What is this place?” Brock asked. The room was bathed in an eerie pale blue light, with the corners of said room still cast in darkness. The light spilled from two rows of what looked like short pedestals. Brock held Maka’s hand as they sidled against the wall, peering toward the light. A distinct, musty smell filled the entire floor from the dust being kicked up by their feet.\n\n“Like, where’s the door or whatever?” Maka asked, trying to yank her arm out of Brock’s hand.\n\n“I don’t know,” he said nervously. He suddenly fell over, his shoes bursting from the soles and ripping apart. Clawed skunk feet emerged, leaving his sneakers in pieces. “Shit,” he bemoaned. “We totes gotta get outta here.” He shot his hands over his mouth.\n\nIt was getting worse.\n\n“You worry too much, babes.” Maka replied from a few feet away. In the few seconds Brock’s hands weren’t holding hers, she had wandered to explore. \n\n“Maka!” Brock shouted, struggling to balance on his newly transformed feet. “Don’t wander off!”\n\n“Hello?” A different voice asked. “Like, is there?”[i] FUCK![/i] Brock could barely see, Maka ran off, and it sounded like there was someone else here. “Like, hello?”\n\nBrock hesitated, but decided to try something… crazy.\n\n“Yah, babes. I totally, like, got lost and shit.” he said, trying his best not to lose his cool.\n\n“Oh, Y-174 is that you?” The voice called out. He couldn’t figure out where the other drone was. “No, uh, you silly. I’m…” he hesitated, “B-182. You remember, don’t you?” He smacked himself. [i]B-182? Really?![/i]\n\nThere was a pause. “Umm, I don’t.” Something shuffled in the corner. “But, I’m literally stupid, so I’m totally not surprised I forgot.” The drone giggled. “It gets so boring guarding this floor, you know? I mean, no one ever comes here.”\n\nIt was working! He decided to creep along and try to find Maka. “So, like, what is this floor anyway?”\n\n“Oh, I totes can’t tell you. That’s for me, Z-154, and Daddy to know. Sorry, babes.”\n\n“Aw, c’mon, babes. You know you can trust me, right?” Silence. Then a slight movement by the pedestals of light made him think he had found Maka. [i]God, I hope she’s smart enough to not find these drones and like, hug them or something. [/i]\n\n“I dunno. Daddy told me not to tell anyone. He’s be super angry if I, like, told someone else the secret and shit.” Then under her breath, the drone said quietly, “Probably not fuck me, either.”\n\n“C’mon, babes. Spill the tea.” He felt that this bimbo speak was getting easier and easier the more he tried to fake it. “Tell me everything.” He banked on the fact that bimbos couldn’t resist gossip. Luckily, he was right.\n\n“Ok, I’ve TOTES been itching to tell.” Brock snuck over to the pedestals and crouched behind them, hoping that being near the lights would give something away. Sadly, Maka was still missing! “Ok, so get this. A few weeks ago, we found this human right? We sent him down to that stank ass third floor, cause Daddy was having a horrible time with this latex, right? Haven’t seen him since, but there are so many more of us! Yaaay!”\n\nEven if this girl was a bimbo, she sure knew the right thing to say. A few weeks ago? That was when Zed disappeared. Brock couldn’t answer. At last, a clue to where he was! “And these things here,” the voice sounded closer than ever now, “are where we keep the failures.”\n\nThe blue lights amplified, illuminating the room, and giving his position away.\n\nEven so, he couldn’t look away. On top of the pedestals were clear stasis tubes! Right out of a sci-fi movie! The water flowing through them held their hostages in place. But hardly any of them looked like living beings, merely black blobs aside from two.\n\nThe fifth creature in the row on his right looked more humanoid than the rest. Clearly a failed test subject. With only one yogaball sized boob, and a cock pencil thin and three feet long, he could only imagine what could have possibly gone wrong. Then there was the other one. “MAKA!” \n\nInside an unoccupied tube was Maka, being forced inside by yet another Skunk Drone. They had been found out! The drone shut the door and sealed it shut, while Maka pounded on the glass, hoping to shatter it. “Look at these freaks, Q-78,” the new drone said to her counterpart. Brock turned around, fearing that it had happened. The thing which he was referring to was that one trope in horror movies when you’re trying to run away from something, but encounter something else, then you find the thing you were running from is right behind you.\n\nSure enough, the other skunk drone he’d been faking a conversation with.\n\n“Le gasp! You totes fooled me.” They were even sexier up close. Their tits were massive, probably as large as their head, and not in the rhetorical sense. Clad entirely in black latex, Q-78’s hips were as large as his were now, if not slightly more. The large tail behind her stood upright, picturesque even, her drone designation number plastered lengthwise down the front-facing side of it.\n\nMost shocking of all was the very intimidating, girthy cock. It was unlike those of the other drones. While theirs seemed to go for length, Q-78's was only half the size but made up for that in girth. It looked like it could split him in two! To some, she was the very ideal of a skunk lady, if only she weren’t covered in latex.\n\nThen, there was the visor.\n\nWhat looked like a clear glass VR headset was strapped to her face, faint afterimages of a screen on the other side reflecting through.\n\n“And there’s two of them. Totes awesome job, Q-79, bestie!”\n\n“You know it, babes.” Brock turned to look at the other drone once more. Sure enough, it was like looking at a clone, aside from the ‘Q-79’ on the tail, and lack of a cock.\n\n“What are you gonna do with us?” Brock asked belligerently. Maka tried to add something to the matter, but the glass was so thick, her words became garbled beyond comprehension. Seeing this fail, she opted to pound on the glass one more time.\n\n“See here, little man.” Q-78 said with snark. “Hotties like us should totes not even have to deal with freaks like you,” she pointed to him with as much sass as possible. “And we wanna save Daddy the trouble dealing with you, so we’re literally gonna finish you off.”\n\nShe turned to her comrade and winked. Q-79 rotated a section on the pedestal, revealing a control panel with several colorfully backlit buttons. She started pressing them, and a meter on the side lit up, indicating something sinister. “Start her up, bestie. I’ll get this one. Get the latex though? Thankies.” After pushing a few buttons, Q-79 turned toward the darkness, walking over to where a large silver cylinder sat from the ceiling to the floor.\n\nAs soon as Q-79 turned around, Brock bolted for the stasis tube with Maka inside. “Where’s the lock and shit?” he asked in a valley girl tone. “Like, let her go!” he banged on the glass, staring at Maka frantically as water started to fill the tube. “MAKA!”\n\n“Don’t run, you little freak, we’re only getting,” Q-78 started to say, and with a surprising burst of speed, was upon him in a mere second, “started.” Q-78 wrapped her arms around him, her strength higher than he expected. She carried him to the tube next door to Maka’s and shut the door. Opening the control panel, she fiddled with the buttons.\n\n“Hey, wait!” Brock shouted, only to hear his voice reverberate in the small chambers. Q-78 showed no sign of hearing him at all, or if she did, she was an excellent actress. The neon lights from underneath him were blinding, causing him to squint. He could barely see Maka when he turned, her struggling to stay afloat with water up to her neck.\n\nWhat happened next, though, shocked both of them.\n\nSomething seemed to be sprouting from her back, just above her bubbly ass, poking out from her flesh like a horror movie. Suddenly, a long, bony tail erupted from it, the fluffy fur instantly soaked to the skin. She looked more like a skunk than ever before. Whiskers sprouted from her snout, only furthering the progression of her botched transformation. He couldn’t look away! A long, yellow stripe, starting at her head, appeared in her fur and trailed down to her new tail. What was causing all this, though?\n\nThere could only be one thing. The stasis tube liquid. Was it water, or something else?\n\nOr maybe the transformation was progressed with sleep?\n\nThat didn’t matter! Maka was crossing the point of no return, and he was powerless to stop it! He leaned against the glass, watching her transform into a sexy, stunning, absolutely otherworldly anthro skunk. Her breasts were getting even larger! Inflating as if someone shoved a pump into them, they reached sizes that certainly would hurt her back, nearly as large as a watermelon each and still growing!\n\nCrazier still was the bulge growing in her pants. It was a frightful, yet incredible sight. Ripping through her pants and continuing to develop was an enormous horse cock. Something started throbbing inside Brock. That same feeling when he saw Maka’s breasts on the first floor. He [i]yearned[/i] for that kind of equipment.\n\nSeeing a woman not only HAVE a cock, but be larger than HIM made him feel so… so… puny. It kept getting longer. Thicker. Veinier… “My god, she’s totally stacked!”\n\n“Oh, em gee,” Q-78 said with glee. “Bestie, look at this freak. He’s hard!” She pointed to Brock, laughing at him through the glass. He looked around his body, looking for whatever it was she was laughing at.[i] Oh my god! WHY NOW!?!?![/i]\n\nJust then, a goofy song came to mind that he never took seriously – until now, that is. NSP was right. This wasn’t a No Reason Boner though; this was a nervous tension boner, right? There wasn’t a chance in hell that he found this situation hot! He could tuck away his johnson, but he could never tuck away the shame.\n\nBrock’s body was telling him to do what he always did. ‘Jerk it, Bro.’ He longed to grasp his cock and just go to town, but hesitated…\n[b]\nC’mon, just do it! You’re already half skunk and trapped! What’s the point? Just have some fun.[/b]\n\nThe argument with his conscience fell silent as he felt his feet get wet. He looked down and saw that Q-78 had finished setting up the control panel. This was it. No escape.\n\n“You know, I may as well.”\n\nHe grasped his member, feeling the sweet satisfaction of submission clutch him. He was instantly throbbing. He ran his large bapper up and down his shaft, watching Maka’s head fall under the liquid he wasn't fully convinced was water anymore. Curiously, she didn't start choking, instead, grasped her new cock with one hand and tugged and pulled at her nipples with the other, clumsy mitt. They stared at each other with a knowing aura about them, something along the lines of, ‘If this is it, we may as well go out having fun.’ \n\nAs the liquid reached Brock’s knees, he felt a curious warbling wash through his body. His body, like his brain, surrendered to the situation and seemed to be adjusting just as Maka’s had. His thighs were already juicy, but he could feel them expanding even larger still! “Yeah,” Maka moaned in a natural bimbo tone of voice, “at least I’ll be sexy.”\n\nA thought crossed his mind. “Wait.” His face fell, but his hand refused to stop jerking. “MAKA!” HE shouted, hoping that his voice would be loud enough for her to hear.\n\n“MAKA!” Maka’s head turned to face him, hearts in her eyes with their shared goon session. “I, like, never told you!”\n\n“Oh, ma gawd,” Q-78 covered her mouth, suspecting what he was about to say. “Bestie, you’re missing all the fun! Are you done getting the latex or what?”\n\nQ-78 shouted from the shadows where she was tampering with the nozzle on the Latex vat. “Just about, god. You know it’s slow!”\n\nMaka didn’t respond verbally, but kept her attention on Brock as the liquid filled up to his balls, sending a jolt through his body. “I, GAH!” His knees collapsed, splashing into the fluid. His head was just above water. “I… I LOVE YOU!”\n\nFinally, Maka reacted. Her mouth fell open in shock, her eyes went wide, and she almost stopped stroking her massive cock. “I never had the nerve to tell you!” All this shouting was hurting his lungs, his ears ringing with the reverb. \n\n[b]Get it all out now. You won’t get the chance afterward.[/b]\n\nMaka placed a hand on the glass. Unable to speak, she mouthed the words as best she could. “I, like, already know.” She removed her hand from the glass and started furiously jacking off, the two-foot shaft aching for release. \n\nShe knew the whole time? “WHAT?!?!?!” Brock ripped his hand from his cock and pounded the glass. “WHAT?!?!?!?!” It was no use. Maka was too engrossed in her masturbation to listen. Her face scrunched up as if in pain. She screamed, as jets of cum shot from her new cock, stopping mid motion once they lost their momentum in the stasis fluid as if it were a frozen moment in time.\n\nSeveral ropes extra joined the party, cutting through the fluid but succumbing to the physics and dispersing. Maka’s arms fell to her sides, exhausted from ejaculation. The tank was full, and a brilliant flash filled the tank, leaving her in complete stasis.\n\n“NO!” Maka pounded on the tank, not realizing that the fluid level was up to his chin now. “Don’t leave me like this!” He realized it was no use and hung his head in sorrow. He should have known. She was way out of his league. He didn't even notice that his cock was shrinking, and just because the mood was ruined either. His faithful member was receding into his body, and his balls were slowly turning inside out as they followed suit, forming a new, pristine pussy. \n\n“I'm here,” Q-79 huffed carrying two heavy buckets of slopping latex. “What did I miss?” She set one down next to Brocks tank and locked eyes with his member, shriveling away. “Why does the freak look, like, sad and shit?”\n\n“He totes confessed and was low-key denied,” Q-78 replied. “I wanna feel bad, but at the same time, I don't. Once we're done, he won't remember.”\n\n“Aww, lame.” Q-79 set the other bucket next to Maka's tube, and gazed at the results. “This ones a total babe.” She pointed at the new skunk in the vat, frozen in place. “That jizz literally looks so good.” She licked her lips.\n\nQ-78 grabbed the bucket that her counterpart had left with her. “We gonna do this or what?” She opened another chamber in the side of the pedestal, revealing an intake valve that looked like a fuel filter port on a car. “I wanna go on break and,” she wiggled her pelvis, making her Jurassic member shake and wobble, “get some R&R.”\n\nShe started pouring the latex into Brock’s stasis tube, watching it ooze inside.\n\nQ-79 giggled, just setting down her latex bucket from Maka’s stasis tube. “What's stopping us from doing it right now?” She approached her, a sure wiggle in her fat ass cheeks. “You. Me. Right now.” She poked Q-78’s chest, sinking her finger into her soft, squishy breast. “Literally, right now. Literally, right here.”\n\n“You’re on, bitch.” The smallest amount of latex spilled from the bucket as the two fell to the ground. Q-78 pinned Q-79 to the floor and stared at her. “You are [i]such [/i]a whore.” Her cock started to twitch, eager to penatrate her bestie for the millionth time. “How many times have we done this now?”\n\n“Too many.” They tilted their heads and planted their lips together, long black tongues coiling around each other and sliding down their throats.\n\nAll the while, Brock watched as the latex poured in their tubes was introduced into the liquid, worming its way through the medium effortlessly. It reached Maka’s foot and instantly wrapped around it, climbing the rest of her body. Brock didn’t even bother to resist. It was over. He felt his legs get encased in something warm and slimy as the stasis fluid washed over his body. His cock was gone, replaced by a new, pristine pussy. He didn’t care, though. He didn’t even care that there was a tingling in his chest. Two buds sprouted on his chest, only growing larger and rapidly at that. Lemons, grapefruits, watermelons, all so quickly, his body became anything but his original one. A snout entered his vision, blocking a portion of his view, but that would soon be adjusted.\n\n[b]Well, you’re totes taking this well. [/b]A nagging voice in his head echoed. \n\n“I don’t have anything left,” Brock said, the liquid flowing down his throat, knowing he was just talking to himself at this point. Even the voice in his head was changing. Maka was half covered now, no trace of her fur where the latex was touching. Even her new, beautiful, delicious looking cock became enraptured with the goop. He reached for his own, just to find it wasn’t there. He sighed, seeing that he was nearly gone.\n\nWhatever happens now, he may not remember. He leaned back, allowing the latex to cover him, washing over his wide, sensual thighs and ass, up to his waist, then to his tits.\n\n“You are [i]such [/i]a slut!” Q-87 chortled as she pulled her dripping tongue out of Q-79’s throat. “I know what you want, though.” She grasped her cock, poking Q-79’s loose, stretched entrance. “You love this special, prime cock, right?”\n\n“Just put it in already, you meanie!” Q-79 begged. Rather than play her partner’s silly games, she thrust her hips forward and rammed her body onto the shaft that teased her to tantalizingly. “YAAAAAAAS!” She shouted. Hearts showed on her visor, elation gushing from every ounce of her suit, making her latex pulse and throb like the cock that she forced inside of her. “OH! Fock me harder, bestie!”\n\nAs the latex crawled up to his neck, caressing his new supple curves, the stasis tank filled to the top. The light flashed, and he felt the water start to harden. He took one last look at Maka before the latex covered his head, realigning his ears —the final feature that had remained human throughout this whole ordeal. As the latex enveloped the tip of his new, skunk-like tail that surged from his body, he started freezing in the stasis fluid.\n\nThe fluid began slowing his heart, keeping it just above the threshold to keep him alive. In the faint reflection inside the tank, Brock saw his body and didn't recognize himself at all. There wasn't a chance to dwell on it, though, as his brain slowed to such a slow pace that he was practically a statue.\n\n“I'm gonna totally cum!” Q-79 thrust in and out of her playmate, more than eager to watch her stomach inflate with all the spunk that was about to shoot from her rod.\n\n“Take it all, you whore!”\n\n“Fock yeah, bestie!” Her visor was sending warning signals now, but she ignored them. Drones weren't supposed to fuck eachother, but these two often disobeyed that. Being only a few of the original run, their autonomy allowed for a few overrides. The risk of what Daddy would do if they were caught, which they never were, was far less important than the pleasure that sharing the forbidden act of borderline incest sex gave them. “Fill me to bursting!” A pink mist began leaking from her asshole, surrounding the two in a cloud too dense to see in, even inside as they were.\n\nQ-78 got her wish. As she felt the cock inside of her pulse and throb, the head increasing in size, goo began spewing into her belly wildly, making her abdomen jiggle like jelly. She screamed like a slut, welcoming the seed inside her, and wrapped her legs around Q-79, pulling her cock inside deeper and pushing past the entrance to her womb.\n\nThe two stayed there on the floor, continuing their breeding session, not letting the setting keep them from rocking their socks off.\n\n\n[center]____________________[/center]\n\n\n\n“Oh, Daddy,” U-467 cooed as she lay on the floor, hearts in her eyes. “That was literally the best.” Daddy rose from the floor, his fleshy body sweaty and jiggling. “I know, that’s what I programmed you to think.”\n\nHis hair was slipping out of the hair tie, but he didn’t bother to fix it. “What’s going on?” He turned to the security cameras. “Take a break, U-467, I got this.” He sat in the chair and fiddled with the controls a bit, searching for the intruders. “Where did they go?”\n\nTurning the camera left and right, zooming and and out, he scanned the 2nd floor, handling the joystick just as well as his own cock. What caught his attention were two skunk drones fucking in the light of the stasis tubes. The tubes previously empty were occupied with the most anthro-looking drones yet, even out of all of them.\n\n“Hold up.” He zoomed in, and reached for his pocket. [i]Oh wait, his sweatpants were on the floor.[/i] So he bent down and reached further, pulling his phone from the pants pocket. He turned it on and tapped through the menus.\n\n> Contacts\n\n> Z-154\n\n> Call\n\n[i]Ring, Ring…[/i]\n\n“Z, it’s me. I have some interesting news for you.”\n\n“Yeah. I’ll be keeping track on my end.”\n\n“I think we found the perfect subjects for the Prime project.”\n\n\n\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\n\n\n\nTwo blinking red lights flashed, piercing the soft blue glow of the stasis tubes on the 2nd floor. As the control panel signalled that the cycle had completed, the stasis fluid drained, slowly filtering through mesh inside the base of the console.\n\nOnce sufficient levels of fluid had been drained, a [i]yellow [/i]light started flashing, and gloved hands emerged from below. The hands injected a green fluid into the subject’s arms, jumpstarting their biological processes. Within only a few minutes, they started moving, but were very confused.\n\nThe twin latex-covered skunks, making various disgruntled noises, walked out through the automatically opened doors of the stasis tube and fell to the floor with a wet splat. It was the skunk with a penis who was first to stand and check on the other.\n\n“Like, are you ok?”\n\nShe pulled the skunk up from the ground, it’s heavy tits weighing it down.\n\n“Totes no idea.” The skunk looked at the being that assisted it, think it looked very odd, but something in her brain was saying otherwise. The massive tits, wide thighs, bubbly butt, and lengthy cock was registering as normal to her.\n\nShe couldn’t rip her emerald-green eyes away from the cock. Nearly two feet long and as wide as a can of soda, it oozed pre-cum, a steady flow pooling at the rounded tip and oozing down the back of the shaft. Her mouth started watering instinctively. “You, uh,” she started saying, but was interrupted by the penis-wielding skunk.\n\n“Nice pussy,” she said bluntly. She pointed to the dripping cunt of the other skunk. Her first instinct was to lick it. The pool of femcum forming under her was slowly getting larger and larger. “We literally have the same problem.”\n\n“We totes do!” She blushed. “Wait, what’s your name, bestie?” She turned and faced the cock she wanted a taste of. “I bet your name is something Italian, like Rodrigo.” She caressed the dick in her hands. The warmth seeping through the latex radiated into hers. \n\nThe skunk placed a hand on her surprise partner’s head and giggled. “You’re, like, so silly.” But then, she paused. “Wait, I don’t remember my name…” \n\nNow both bimbos had paused. “Oh noes, I don’t have one either!” Fluids continued to dribble from their nethers, despite the shocking realization. “Well, your name must be Cock, with a fantastic cock like this.” She licked it, having that moral dilemma sorted out. It triggered all of the dopamine in her system, sending her over the moon.\n\n“And you must be,” Cock thought about her new bestie’s name. She didn’t have a dick like she did. Having her dick pleasured while trying to think was so difficult. The one community brain cell between them was struggling to stay on task. “You’re name, [i]oh[/i], must totally be pussy.” She grasped Pussy’s head with both hands, pulling her pelvis back and readying herself for full penatration.\n\n“Or maybe mouth. We’ll totally see which is better,” she said with the enthusiasm that only a bimbo with sex on the brain could give. \n\nPussy didn’t hesitate. Her long, black tongue wrapped around Cock’s head, savoring the delicious flavor of the latex-wrapped schlong. Cock shoved it into her mouth, going right past the opening and down her throat. Her latex body had ample amounts of give, stretching to give the length plenty of room to defile.\n\nThe salty taste of her precum coated her tongue, lingering all the while her member was there. Cock’s pupils narrowed, the tightness of Pussy’s throat was compressing her dick just enough to bring her to the edge of cumming already! “Fock! Pussy, I’m gonna cum!”\n\nPussy wrapped her arms around Cock’s legs, begging for a full load of her seed. Almost cartoonishly, her cock doubled in size, akin to a kink in a hose, then started unloading, visibly shrinking as Pussy’s stomach seemed to take it all in one go.\n\nPussy’s eyes watered with joy. \n\n“Whoa,” Cock commented as she started pulling out of Pussy’s throat, feeling weak at the knees. “That was, like, amazing.”\n\nPussy fell backward, grasping her ankles and spreading her legs open in a V position. “You’re totes not done yet, Cock.” Her pussy was practically gushing now, begging for something to spread it wide open. Cock had only started going soft before seeing that, but had shot to the sky, all two feet fully erect once more. \n\n“My bestie is a total slut!” She got on her knees and started licking the eager entrance. The fluid was so sticky! It clung to her tongue like the latex her body was now made of. Everything tasted like Pussy’s fluids and she knew nothing better. Pussy screamed, finally getting the action she longed for.\n\nIt didn’t take long for Pussy to climax, thanks to her bestie’s excellent tongue work. She shot bursts of fresh femcum onto Cock’s black face, making her glisten even more in the low, blue light. It was then that Cock had an idea. She shoved her tongue deep into Pussy’s pristine snatch, slurping as much femcum as possible, filling her mouth. Then, she climbed overtop of her, Pussy’s inflated pully and their monstrous breasts making it rather difficult to get close to eachother.\n\nWith one mischievous look, she dove for Pussy’s mouth, kissing her, and shoving her tongue inside, sharing the femcum she had stored with the owner of said fluids. They moaned as they coiled their tongue’s together, femcum and saliva swirling together and creating an unholy concoction, flowing down their throats.\n\nAll the while, Cock’s cock blindly prodded for the eager Pussy’s pussy. When she finally found it, she slowly invited herself inside. A muffled moan from Pussy let her know she was ready. Inch by inch, she went inside, femcum acting as lubricant. She had never felt anything like it before! Ridges and bumps lined the inside of her canals, only adding to the growing pleasures of their lesbian sex.\n\nCock immediately started thrusting, feeling her rounded tip rocket past the entrance to Pussy’s womb and stretching her belly further than she expected.\n\nIn return, Pussy ripped her mouth away from Cock, gasping for air. “Haaaaaa. Oh, ma gawd! Cock, you’re stretching me to the limit!” Cock didn’t stop, knowing a slut like Pussy wanted it. And she could prove it, too. The clenching around her dick, Pussy’s arms wrapped around her, and the fact that she wasn’t [i]actually doing [/i]anything to stop her.\n\n“You’re gonna make me cum again!” She screamed in ecstasy as more femcum coated Cock’s shaft inside of her. The explosion brought Cock close as well, and before long, she too had her repeat release. Pussy felt the dick inside of her double in size again, ramming as deeply as possible before its contents were spewed.\n\nCock was lifted into the air as her nut filled Pussy’s womb, cum leaking around the edges of the member stretching her body. \n\nAfter that, the two collapsed on the floor, already exhausted despite only just having awakened. “Like, what now?” Cock said as he gazed at Pussy, shooting her with a look of inquiry. After all that, it was hard to know what to do next.\n\nPussy gave Cock a sensual kiss on the lips. “Wait for me to, like, chill for a bit, then we explore. Duh,” she said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.\n\n“Maybe there are more dicks for me to milk.” \n\n[center]\n____________________[/center]\n\n\n\nIn a dark room, where the only light came from a small militia of computer screens, a figure in the dark was awakened by an alarm. Walking over to the screen from which the alarm came, his latex-covered body shimmered in the monitors’ light. And that visor, which covered most his skull…\n\nUnlike the visors on the skunk drones, this one was [i]intimidating, [/i]and far more scientifically advanced. Companies like Meta, Apple, Evo… they could only dream of reaching this level of advanced AR in their headsets.\n\nHe rose from the desk chair and looked at the screen through the yellow-black lenses that covered his eyes. “It seems my test subjects are awake at last.” He chuckled, stifling a bimbo-esque giggle. He watched the Pussy and cock go to town, listening to the wet plaps of sex. His own cock stirred, twitching and asking for someone to touch it.\n\nWhile one hand drifted down to the hardening cock, the other hand reached for the console. “I’ll show them the way in.” He pressed a button on his vast console and began preparing the final stages of his plan. Leaning back into his chair, he raised his free hand and began tapping, adjusting, and modifying various sliders on the HUD from his visor. “There’s like, not much time left,” his voice hitched up an octave as he giggled, sounding like one of [i]them[/i], but he cleared his throat loudly and abruptly.\n\nAll the while, he stroked his member, too late to shoot his goo to the voyeuristic view of his newest test subjects getting it on. Pussy’s stomach was inflating with cum, her screams filling the audio feed. That was fine, there was always a pair of drones mating somewhere, especially Q-78 and Q-79.\n\nHe searched the camera feeds until he found them and continued his fap.\n\n\n[center]____________________\n[/center]\n\n\nA red exit light came to life amongst the darkness of the 2nd floor. Pussy and Cock turned, immediately enratured by the new source of light. “Oooooh, look at that, Pussy.”\n\n“Think there are more friends on the next floor?” Pussy asked, rubbing her inflated belly, struggling to get off the floor.\n\n“Only, like, one way to find out.”\n\nCock pulled her bestie up off the ground withholding the desire to pin her to the ground for another round. “Maybe there’s an orgy down there.” The two slowly started walking toward the exit, jet black cum dripping from Pussy’s body and pre constantly flowing from Cock’s seemingly always-erect member.\n\nA nagging feeling lingered in Cock’s head. Why were they here? There was a reason, right? It didn’t make sense that they would just be [i]here[/i]—brief glimpses of some human that looked nothing like her shot through her head. “Were we… after something?” She stopped, trying to fight the silly memories that clearly weren’t hers.\n\nCome to think of it, though, what was she? \n\n“COCK! COME ON!” Pussy shouted from the darkness.\n\nThe staircase was fully lit, and as Cock walked in, they got their first good look at each other. Once they did, the same idea came to both of their minds, ignited by Pussy’s inflated tum and Cock’s erect dick. And that idea was to make out. Like teenagers on prom night. Latex oozed down their bodies as they shut out the world around them and sucked face. Cock’s dick found a home between Pussy’s tits and twitched, still sensistive from their wild fuck session only minutes before, cum oozing from her tip.\n\nThey finally pulled themselves apart when they needed to breathe, the cock betwixt Pussy’s meat mountains practically glued there from the concoction of cum from their breeding. “You’re totally stuck, Cock,” Pussy giggled, licking the tip of the tool that filled her to near bursting. That was enough to make it throb, knocking itself free. “You’re so hot, bestie.”\n\n“We should totes find a room down there and keep going,” Cock suggested. \n\n“YAS!” Pussy pumped her fists. “Let’s fucking go!” She ran down the stairs, her entire body shaking like a speed bag being assaulted by a boxer. Cock ran after her, nearly slipping on the cum oozing from her bestie’s pussy.\n\nThey opened the door at the bottom of the stairs and Pussy immediately started looking for a comfy place to host their next fuck session. It was dark just like the 2nd floor, but two red lights sat on the far wall, over a bed. “That’s perfect!” She ran for it, the constantly shifting weight on her body, nearly making her fall. Cock followed, not wanting to lose sight of her fuckbuddy.\n\nAs soon as Pussy dove onto the bed face first, a deluge of cum sprewing from her slit, she turned around just in time for Cock to pounce on her. “Where were we?”\n\nSuddenly, hands grasped their shoulders and lifted the two of them into the air, pulling them apart. “Well, well,” a voice said. “About time my test subjects find me.” The rest of the wall lit up, red light filling the room, and they were pulled onto examination tables mounted upright, their arms and legs instantly restrained.\n\n“Two weeks in a vat just to fuck like Catholic Rabbits.” The voice said with snark. “Honestly, I wish [i]I[/i]had that drive.”\n\n“Like, who are you?!” Pussy shouted. Cum began dribbling down the table and onto the floor. “Do you have a nice cock for us?”\n\n“Oh, I have much more than that, you bimbo.” A figure came into the light, red reflecting off the latex covering his body. His visor, more reminiscent of a campy sci-fi movie mind-reading device, covered his eyes completely. Cock glared at the figure nervously. His dick was easily larger than hers! A single breast sat on the right side of his chest.\n\n“There isn’t much time,” he said with that familiar tone that made the two skunks think this was a friend. “We need to, like, finish the testing and shit. Before it’s totes too late for me.” He waved his hand, and two hands lowered from the ceiling holding a syringe with a familiar orange fluid.\n\n“Hey,” Cock started to say, “I know what-YOW!” Without ceremony, the needles were injected into their bodies, draining the fluid in a matter of seconds. “I thought I already got my shots.” Did she, though?\n\n“Allow me to explain,” the figure said, suddenly spasming, but returning to normal. “I was tasked by Daddy to make the perfect skunk drone. Of course, I had no idea what he meant by this, but then he coated me with some of this experimental latex he had been trying to make himself.” He gestured to his body.\n\n“If I didn’t comply with his demands fast enough, my brain would be lost, nothing but,” he shuddered, “one of them.” His body spasmed and nearly fell over. Pussy watched with awe as another breast, a second to make a pair, grew on his body, inflating like someone filling a balloon with air. “But it’s already too late.” His tone changed, embracing a full bimbo tone of voice, with that nasal tone.\n\n“I’ve met his demands, but I can’t save myself.” He stood, feeling properly balanced now. “So I may as well, like, totes join them willingly.” He grabbed a syringe from a table nearby and shoved it into his arm. “With my besties.” He injected the fluid.\n\n“Wait…” Cock’s mouth fell open. Those lingering memories all came back in full force. “ZED!” She tried to rip herself away from the restraints. “ZED! It’s us!” Momentary awareness struck her. “We came to find you!”\n\nZed, or Z-154 as Daddy designated him, chuckled psychotically. “Well, you found me.” He stumbled forward, trying to take off his visor. Pained cries filled the room, his screams sounding more and more feminine, slowly becoming sensual. “EEEYAAAAAAAA!” Z-154 shouted as the visor came off, pulling strands of latex with it. He slammed it on the floor as the ripped latex on his body reformed. “It’s literally out of my hands now.”\n\nThe green eyes gazed at Cock and Pussy. “We’ll be together again.”\n\nHe held his arms out, and a third examination table rose from the floor, almost like this was planned from the start. Hands poured from the ceiling and carried him to it, locking him in place with the other two.\n\nThen, it began.\n\nVisors, reminiscent of the ones the other drones upstairs already had, were slapped over their faces, extending around the back of their heads and sinking into their latex skulls. Z-154 did not protest, instead welcoming it. Pussy moaned and cooed with pleasure. \n\nCock, however, resisted. “NO!” She closed her eyes, seeing the bright lights on the other side of her eyelids. “I’m not letting go!” She squirmed and forced her eyes to stay shut.\n\nZ-154 succumbed to his fate. He giggled helplessly and stupidly, staring at the screen out before him. “Good bimbos are leaky and musky.” His voice droned flatly.\n\n“My pussy drips and my mind slips.” Pussy spoke in the same flat tone, allowing her visor to work on her feeble, draining brain. \n\nGloved hands lowered from the ceiling and grasped the resisting drone's pulsing member, catching her by surprise. This one needed a little help. Her eyes opened abruptly, the black and white swirly pattern on the screen meeting her. “Wait! I-”\n\n[i]…..[/i]\n[i]\n…..[/i]\n[i]\n…..[/i]\n\n“Jiggle and Play. Must Obey.”\n\nAll it took was one glimpse. All resistance washed away like a beach ball in the ocean.\n\nThey were all under the spell, unaware of the changes that Z-154 had harnessed with the serum. The hands brought each of them a girthy horsecock dildo, shoving them into their leaking, needy pussies. They voiced their approvals with a slew of moans as every inch, the medial ring, and knot of the three foot toy was forced inside of them.\n\nA switch at the base of them was flipped, and they started vibrating. The room was instantly filled with their unfiltered, unique pleasured sounds. Cum erupted from Z-154’s dick, flying across the room and landing the the control panel in front of his many monitors. Sparks began to fly, and warning messages flashed on the screens.\n\n[i]Oh no! The surprise spew of semen fried the circuit boards![/i]\n\nSix more syringes fell from the ceiling, the hands that held them readily jagging them into their drone bodies, injecting the contents thoroughly. But they had no idea it was happening, their minds already having been wiped. The latex that cocered their sexy bodies began to shift and warp. Thin tentacles sprouted from their fat thighs, connecting to each other and forming handles, bringing a new definition to the term ‘love handles.’\n\nTheir nipples flexed, expanding and stretching, each becoming what was clearly a thick and lucious pair of lips. All of which began to drool, tongues sticking out, panting with the lust the syringes awarded them. \n\n[b]Good bimbos are leaky and musky.[/b]\n\n[b]Our cocks drip and minds slip.[/b]\n\n[b]Jiggle and play, we must obey.[/b]\n\nThe new drones chanted their mantra together, but with increasing struggle. Their mouths stiffened in an O-shape, another pair of DSLs forming around them. They’d become more like sex toys than drones at this stage, but they were helpless.\n\nTo compensate for all the new useable holes, the hands got to work filling them. Dildo after dildo was shoved into their bodies, their mouths and tits stuffed with horse cocks. Even if they were unable to speak, their visors flashed the messages above the hypnotic swirl, driving Daddy’s message deep into their minds.\n\n[i]Good bimbos are leaky and musky.[/i]\n \n[i]Our cocks drip and minds slip.[/i]\n[i]\nJiggle and play, we must obey.[/i]\n\nPink spray spewed from their assholes, filling the lab with an aphrodesiac gas and sending their bodies into a lustful overdrive. Moans spilled from their onahole mouths and lips, eager to voice their thoughts on the situation. Cum leaked from Z-154’s and Cock’s dick’s, practically coating the table underneath them with their black, gooey seed. Occasional spurts shot out from them, hitting the control panel.\n\n[b]3 minutes to hypnosis comple-[/b]\n\n[i]Splash![/i]\n\n[i]Kzzzzzzzzzzzkt! Ckkehcckketkt![/i]\n\n[b]7 minutes to hypnosis completion.[/b]\n\nThe malfunctioning equipment seemed all too eager to keep them under.\n\n[center]\n* * *[/center]\n\n\n“Open the door, Unit Q-78. I’m not going in there myself.” A male voice said from the other side of the stair case. The door opened and both Q-78 and Q-79 stepped in, instantly hit with the cloud of pink pheromone gas. They sniffed and sniffed as they wandered in. “This freak knows how to live,” Q-78 said impressed. “I totes wanna meet him.”\n\n“Yas,” Q-79 agreed. “Why didn’t I think of like, doing this?” she gestured to the room in general, unable to think of the words. \n\n“Enough of that, Units!” The voice called. “Find the button to open the vents!”\n\n“Ugh. Fine.” They walked through the pink wonderland, resisting the urge to get down and fuck eachother on the spot. Whatever Daddy demanded shalt be done, after all. After some fiddling with the cum soaked control panel, loud fans filtered the pink fumes up through the vents and out of the room.\n\n“At last. Z-154, you’ve been delaying me long enough.” In stepped Daddy, the total nerd that ran the place. “If I am not mistaken, you should have become one of them by this point. You better have provided… results…” he turned to see the three strapped to a table. “I see.” He chuckled. “Still had that last bit of human in you after all.” He fiddled with the control panel, trying to avoid getting his hands too sticky and gross. The hands came down from the ceiling and removed the various plugs from the three drone’s holes, and the restraints were undone. They stood there, waiting for something. “Units?” They shot to attention. “Which one of you is Z-154?”\n\n“Like, I am Daddy!” The drone in the middle said so proudly. “I’m so happy to be your Skunk drone and shit. Like, you wouldn’t believe.”\n\n“Who are these two?” He pointed to Cock and Pussy on either side of him.\n\n“This is, like, my two besties, Cock and Pussy, Daddy. They literally haven’t met you yet. Oh, ma gawd. I can’t believe it. You have to say hi!”\n\n“I liked him better as weird half thing,” Daddy mumbled. “Those names have got to go. I can’t be having you two have such abysmal names. No drones of mine will be without standard identification.” He walked up to Cock and looked her over. “Nice tits,” he said as he grabbed them, checking the springiness.\n\n“Very nice thighs. And what a cock!” He grasped it, feeling it’s size in his hands. “Puts mine to shame,” he mumbled. Daddy grasped the handles on their thighs and gave them a solid tug, seeing that they didn’t rip or bend. “What are these supposed to be?” He traced his finger along the lips on their breasts, and drew it back when he saw it open, and a wet tongue reached out to lick his finger. “Lipples. A nice touch.”\n\nHe turned to Pussy and, not as enthusiastically, looked her over. The only thing he bothered to check was her plush, stretched-out vagina. “You’re a slut, aren’t you?” He knew this for a fact, as he had been watching them over the security cameras. “As much as I despise women, and believe that they should have a cock, the market would not agree with me.” He turned around, then addressed the three of them directly.\n\n“You three are going to assist me in creating the newest line of Skunk Drones. “You two,” he pointed to Z-154 and Cock, “will be adjusting our current supply of latex with your own, ensuring we don’t have to dispose of what we have. But first,” he brought his hand to his chin. “Better names. I was never good at these. Uh…” He looked at the two news drones, despising such blunt names. “Ok, ok. Pussy, you’re X-1, and the first in the X series, and Cock, you’ll be Y-1, and the first in the Y series. There. Simple enough.”\n\nHe grunted in frustration. “Now everyone come with me. We need to get everyone converted to the new model.”\n\n[center]____________________[/center]\n\n\n“OH, EM, GEE!” A crowd surrounded the three new model drones. They watched as the brave volunteers were instantly transformed, Z-154 and Y-1 unloading their seed into the basic-bitch bimbo drone models while the futa models jizzed into X-1. Handles grew from their body, lipples sprouted from their nipples, and their mouths took on a new, lustful shape. “MY TURN! I WASNT MY TOTES FREE UPGRADE!” They all shouted at once.\n\n“Ladies, please, there’s plenty of time for all of you to get down and dirty with your sisters,” Daddy said with slight impatience. He stood next to Q-78 and Q-79. “Didn’t you wake the rest of the Q-series from cryo-sleep?”\n\n“We’ll do that after the Basic Bitches are totes converted,” Q-79 said with authority. “They’ll need more convincing.”\n\n“Besides, you’ll totes need us as your bodyguards and stuff,” Q-78 added. “You can’t have us be sex-crazed bimbos.”\n\n“You’re already sex-crazed bimbos, you idiots,” Daddy sighed. “I need to keep you two fairly autonomous in case my growing army decides to be, well, stupid. You can keep them in check.” He watched as one by one, the basic models took on the new X and Y appearance. Even the visors were modified.\n\n“Man, I hope I never find myself on the wrong end of that latex.”\n"
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3646967_5612250_fitzjolt_skunkspiracy_vol_1.pools.json · CAS artifact Download
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