Patreon Exclusive: Gender Liquid! (Patreon)

Good Evening Everyone!

I have just completed the Patreon exclusive short story based on the tag "Body Modification". I had a lot of fun writing it, but this story may be a bit niche compared to some of the exclusive stories I have done in the past, so make sure to read the rest of this author's note to see if this story is for you.

When It was clear that "Body Modification" would win my poll, I snooped around a bit to do some research. I had vague positive notions about the theme, but I wasn't sure if my ideas of what that tag meant matched with everyone else's.

What I found was that the tag is actually used for a wide variety of stories, from stories about heavy tattooing and piercings to stories involving extreme bodily transformations. One major theme stood out as popular in the tag: gender changing stories.

So, because that was such a popular sub-theme in the "body modification" tag, I thought this might be a good opportunity to write another feminization story. I have some readers who really like my main feminization story "Hottie in the Mirror", but I tend not to mix that theme into other stories of mine because I know some people strongly dislike it.

So, if you were envisioning something else for the "body modification" tag when you voted, I apologize. Hopefully, my next story will be more to your liking.

This story is quite different from things I have written in the past, so I don't know if it will be totally successfull, but it was a fun experiment to stretch myself as a writer and try something new. I hope you find it as fun to read as I did to write. As always, I love to get notes and feedback, whether positive or negative.

I've decided to do one more tag-based poll before switching it up and doing another mini-sequel story. Please vote for the tag you are most interested in at the bottom of the post!

Please Enjoy "Gender Liquid"!

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The world wasn’t quite ready for the science of gene editing. At least, that’s what all the opinion pieces said after the dust had settled.

The cautious reports coming out of competing laboratories in the US and China started out fairly tame. They described new types of gene therapy that could literally rewrite genetic code. It could mean cures for congenital diseases, said scientific journals approvingly.

But things swiftly picked up steam. A major pharmaceutical company announced that they had successfully changed the fur color of mice using the experimental new technology. Then tail length. Then came a rat with six legs. Seemingly without side effects. China wasn’t far behind, quickly okaying human trials, which proved just as safe and effective as animal testing.

The world seemed poised on the edge of a revolution. People would be able to change their bodies with a simple outpatient procedure. They could change their height, their weight… almost anything was on the table. Even changes to brain chemistry and structure were promised that could improve intelligence and learning ability.

For a few heady months, the media buzzed about the endless possibilities of the new gene editing technology. Some speculated that by the end of the year, the world would be filled with tall, beautiful, intelligent supermen. But then doubts began to seep in. What else could this technology be used for? Could a simple gene editing treatment be used to give an enemy a deadly genetic disease? Had adequate testing been done on what would happen if gene-edited people had children? What kind of power would the holders of this technology have?

In a wave of suspicion and pessimism, development of the technology came to a screeching halt, frozen by strangling new government regulations.

The technology faded from the news as development shifted to carefully controlled government laboratories, and everyone forgot about it.

Well, almost everyone.

…

Sid Donner watched dully as the breakroom vending machine whirred, then failed to dispense the candy bar he had paid for.

Perfect. Awesome. Just another perfect day in his perfect fucking life. Sid let his head slump forward, his thick coke-bottle glasses clicking against the glass of the vending machine at the same time his forehead bumped against it. He had been half hoping that the nudge would dislodge the candy bar he had paid for, but no such luck.

He turned with a sigh and made his way toward an empty table, carefully keeping a wide berth from the loudly chatting group at the table in the center of the room. It would be best not to catch any of the science bros' attention… Sid had become a bit of a persona non grata around the lab during the past few months, and if they noticed him, those fucking assholes wouldn’t hesitate to give him a hard time.

Sid had never fit in particularly well at Excellular Labs. It was just sort of the nature of his job: while all of the fancy-pants PHDs worked on cutting-edge research he was just the IT guy making sure their computer systems were running smoothly. So it was hard to mix socially with his coworkers.

Sid had to watch every female employee from the cleaners all the way up to the research heads flirt with the hunky male scientists on a daily basis while barely acknowledging that he existed.

So was it any wonder that he had used every advantage available to him to get a leg up?

Sid was absolutely certain that if he was better looking and better paid, what he had done would have been considered cute and romantic. Instead, when he had done some light snooping in a cute lab tech’s emails to find out where she liked to go for coffee and what her favorite flowers were, then showed up with a bouquet, she had loudly accused him of being a “creepy stalker”.

Sid still seethed with anger remembering when his boss Clark, the biggest, bro-iest scientist of them all, had called him into his office and laid into him, calling him “unprofessional” and “predatory”. Clark also for some reason brought up the time Sid had accidentally tripped near one of the secretaries and touched her chest. As if that had anything to do with the matter at hand. Clark had made his position clear: he wanted Sid to be fired, but the higher-ups said there wasn’t enough proof of wrongdoing. After all, Sid stuck steadfastly to his story that he had simply made some lucky guesses.

But despite the fact he had escaped being canned, when word got around about Sid’s alleged “creepiness”, it caused pretty strong reactions from the other smug scientists on staff. Sid got dirty looks and disparaging comments everywhere he went these days. Luckily, the group at the central table seemed too deep in a discussion to notice him today.

Sid collapsed into a chair and buried his head in his arms. He was so fucking tired. It seemed like lately he felt worn out no matter how much he slept. But he wasn’t too tired to catch the next part of the conversation from the table in the center.

“I swear to fucking God,” said a tall, sandy-haired lab tech. Sid thought his name was “Dave”, or something close to that. “The whole industry is buzzing about it online. Someone high-up in the initial gene editing research took some key equipment with them when they got shut down.” Sid’s ears perked up, and he raised his head from where he had buried it in his arms.

“And now they're selling gene therapy by mail?” said a dark-haired female scientist in glasses, her voice heavy with skepticism. “Come on, Dale. You know how illegal that is. The feds would be all over them within a week.” Sid’s eyes flickered automatically over the woman’s body. Too skinny for his tastes. He looked away.

Dale shrugged. “Hey, I’m just telling you what I heard. I even emailed the address that people say you need to contact to set up the services, and I got a response. Who knows, maybe this rogue scientist is dumb enough to think they can get away with it.”

Another male scientist scoffed in disbelief. “You EMAILED them? You’re going to try out a shady gene-editing by mail operation?”

Dale laughed. “Fuck no! I’m not that dumb. I just wanted to see if the email had someone on the other end.” The cheerful group moved on to other topics, but Sid stopped listening. Gene editing… Sid had followed the news religiously during the intense coverage of the new science a few years back. It had felt like a lifeline to a new, better existence for a short, scrawny man like him. His disappointment had been crushing when progress had been forcibly halted.

… But it looked like maybe that hope hadn’t been completely extinguished after all.

That afternoon, Sid did a little more light email snooping, this time, in Dale’s account. Luckily, the lab tech had been dumb enough to do his little email experiment on his work account. Getting the email of the mysterious gene editor was simple. Now all Sid had to do was send an email of his own.

Just to sound things out of course. Sid would definitely do his research first before trusting some stranger on the internet.

…

Sid’s heart pounded as he ripped open the small box that was waiting for him in his mailbox when he got home from work.

The contents weren’t anything fancy: just two glass vials of clear amber liquid, a small note, and enough foam padding to ensure safe delivery. Both vials were labeled with a firm, legible hand. One read “Eyesight” and the other “Energy”. The small note read “Take before bed mixed with hot liquid. You may experience some side effects while genetic changes are taking place.”

Well… here they were. He was really doing this. Sid had settled on two initial changes: perfect eyesight and a cure for his issues with fatigue. Even as eager as he was, Sid had done his homework. In his correspondence with the anonymous scientist, Sid was adamant that the mystery man explain exactly how the process worked and what changes he would be making.

The response he got to his questions went way over his head of course. Just a jumble of science jargon and long strings of genetic code. But Sid was careful. He brought in some of the genetic code from the email and asked his boss Clark if he knew what it meant.

Clark didn’t like Sid, but he was the sort of pompous ass that couldn’t help but explain something if he thought he had a captive audience. Although he had to sit through a long-winded explanation from his stupid tall boss, Sid got the information he needed. Clark said the genetic code sent to Sid was an example of the genes for the formation of the ocular lens.

That was good enough for Sid. Clark had no reason to lie. The mystery gene editor was legit. All it took at that point was sending in a genetic sample and a fair chunk of money to the address provided, and here, just two weeks later, Sid had the life-changing therapy in his hands.

The note said to wait until bedtime, but fuck it, Sid had waited long enough. He made himself some mint tea, unscrewed the vials, dumped them into the mug, then downed it in one long chug.

It tasted foul. Chemical. No doubt the bits of genetic code had been suspended in some sort of preservative. For a few minutes, nothing happened as the concoction made its way into his bloodstream. Then, slowly, Sid’s eyes began to feel itchy. At first, he thought he might just be imagining it, but the sensation grew until it was impossible to ignore. Sid rubbed his eyes as his vision began to blur. The note had said something about “side effects”. Was this normal, or had something gone wrong? He was just starting to feel an edge of panic when a massive wave of fatigue seemed to crash over him all at once.

It was like nothing he had ever felt. He had been dealing with nagging fatigue for months, but this feeling almost made him want to collapse right there at the table and sleep for hours. Suddenly the intense itchiness of his eyes seemed like a distant concern.

It was all Sid could do to stumble to bed and tear off his clothes before he was out like a light.

…

Sid struggled out of the depths of sleep, lifting his face from a tacky puddle of drool on his pillow. His phone was loudly ringing, still trapped in the pockets of his pants on the floor. Who was calling him? He must have only been asleep for a few minutes… he was so tired.

But the annoying ring of the phone didn’t stop. Sid groaned and retrieved it from his pants. “Hello?” he croaked into the receiver, covering his itchy eyes with a weary hand.

“Donner? Where have you been?” came a sharp and confident voice from the other end. Sid winced at the cheerful, booming volume of his boss Clark. “What?” he asked groggily. “I’ve been at home…what… what do you mean exactly?”

“At Home?” said Clark in confusion. “Are you sick or something? HR says you never called in when you missed work yesterday. It’s already ten for Christ’s sake!.” Sid pulled the phone away from his face. He tried to read the time to see if Clark was telling the truth, but for some reason, his eyes were too blurry at the moment. It didn’t feel like he had been asleep all afternoon and night, but he didn’t know why Clark would lie. As for whatever Clark was saying about him being gone from work yesterday, that was ridiculous. Clark must be confused.

“Sorry, boss. My alarm must not have gone off,” said Sid with a massive yawn. “I’ll be right there.”

“Good,” said Clark curtly, and hung up. Sid fully intended to get up and head to work… but he really needed just five more minutes of sleep. The phone tumbled out of his loosening fingers as another unstoppable wave of fatigue slipped over him, sending him tumbling back into sleep.

…

Sid awoke with a start, instantly going from deep asleep to wide awake and sitting up in bed.

His room was dark apart from the faint glow of streetlights filtering in through the window. For some reason, Sid’s internal clock seemed completely off. His body told him it was morning, but one glance out the window confirmed that it was late at night.

Seeing his phone lying on his bed next to him, Sid attempted to check the time. No luck: his phone’s battery was completely dead. He plugged it in to charge, and as he did so, realized that he felt fucking amazing.

Sid had struggled since high school with morning grogginess, but despite just waking up, Sid felt like he was three coffees deep. Better, because this feeling didn't come with any nerves or jitters. His newfound energy did come with one unexpected side effect, however.

Sid Donner was fucking horny. His cock was a throbbing rock-hard spike in his loose sleep shorts. Morning wood wasn't strange in and of itself, but this erection brought with it a dull pulsing heat throughout his body. Sid felt like he might go nuts if he did jerk off right fucking now. Well, there was no time like the present.

Sid got up from the bed to go grab his laptop, and as he did so, instinctively reached out to grab his glasses. He stopped dead with his hand grasping his thick, embarrassing lenses, a smile slowly spreading across his face. Sid realized with a thrill that he had been looking around his room with perfectly clear vision since he woke up.

Another glance out the window confirmed it. Sid let out a soft chuckle of stunned disbelief. He could read the license plates of the cars parked beneath his apartment building easily. Holy shit! His eyesight was probably even better than average now.

But despite his pleased surprise at his clear vision, the burning arousal roaring through Sid couldn't wait. He strolled to his living room, leaving his glasses behind for good. When Sid opened his laptop, he was surprised to see that the time was currently 11:23 PM. He frowned. That couldn’t be right… he went to bed right after work. Had he only slept six hours or so?

Then bits and pieces of the half-asleep conversation with his boss came to him. Shit! He had missed work completely today. Had he actually been asleep for thirty hours? He quickly checked the date. It was Friday night. He had gone to sleep Wednesday evening. His mouth dropped open. It was two days after he had first fallen asleep. Sid had been dead asleep for about fifty-four hours.

It obviously worried him a little. But Sid forced the concern out of his mind. The gene editor had said there would be side effects, after all.

And more importantly, his libido was screaming for release, and right now jerking off took priority over everything else.

…

Sid leaned against the wall of his shower, panting and grunting as he pumped his slippery fist up and down his cock.

This weekend had been a good-news bad-news situation. The good news was that Sid had gotten exactly what he asked for from the gene therapy. His eyesight was perfect, and his persistent problems with fatigue were gone. He woke up feeling refreshed and energetic every morning.

The bad news was the strange effects that the treatment had had on his sex drive. Before getting the gene therapy, Sid had been content with jerking off maybe once every other day. But now, if Sid went more than a couple of hours without release, the dull burning ache of arousal would build up inside him bit by bit, eventually turning him into a rock-hard, dripping mess.

He thought that maybe it was a side effect of whatever gene treatment had been applied to his energy problems. Maybe his energy levels had been juiced up inadvertently in more ways than one. He would have to send an email about it to the mystery man. In just minutes, Sid whimpered and strained, letting out a watery trickle into his clutching fist. That seemed to be another result of his frequent masturbation sessions: Sid was hardly cumming anything at all after having milked himself dry so frequently.

Feeling momentarily relieved, Sid stumbled out of the shower, Grabbing his towel and drying his face. When he looked up into the mirror, his eyes stuck there for a moment. Oh yeah. There was one other change, although Sid wasn’t sure if it was good or bad. The wide eyes that looked back at him from the mirror were now a deep, rich blue instead of the dull drown they had once been.

They looked good… but it still disturbed Sid a little that his eye color had changed at all. It wasn’t something that Sid had requested. So was it a side effect of his improved vision? That didn’t seem right. Sid had a hard time believing that eye color and eyesight were linked in that way. But if not, did it mean that the gene editor had made other changes without consulting Sid?

Sid turned away from the mirror, drying his body. He had other things to worry about. Like how he was going to explain to Clark the fact that he had no-called no-showed two days of work.

…

Sid walked a little taller as he entered his workplace on Monday morning, feeling more confident now that he had gotten rid of his glasses and felt full of energy.

That newfound confidence lasted less than a minute.

“Donner,” snapped a confident male voice, causing the other people hanging their coats to turn and look, “It’s about time you showed up!” Dr. Clark Bronson strode forward, stopping only to loom above Sid with his arms crossed across his broad chest, a disapproving frown tugging down his chiseled features. Sid felt his breath catch in his throat. This sort of confrontation had been exactly what he was afraid of. His boss Clark didn’t hesitate to make public spectacles of people he wasn’t happy with.

But this time, it felt even worse for some reason. For some reason, today Sid found Clark even more intimidating than usual. His powerful stance with his shoulders thrown back, his tall, muscular physique, and even the light stubble that Sid had never noticed before all broadcast powerful, dominant masculinity.

“Well?” growled Clark, raising an eyebrow with a faint sneer on his face. “What have you got to say for yourself?”

“I… well, Clark, I,” spluttered Sid weakly, struggling to remember the excuses he had cooked up for this exact scenario.

“It’s Dr. Bonson,” said Clark firmly, his eyes hard and cold as he stared down at the shorter man. “Now focus, Donner. You skipped work for two days. Even lied to me over the phone. I want your explanation. Now.”

Sid gulped, seeing that the focus of everyone in the reception area was now on him. He heard a few giggles as two cute lab tech girls whispered behind their hands with glittering eyes. This was utterly humiliating. His worst nightmare: to be publicly disciplined by his massive boss. Oddly, Sid felt that now-familar, insistent heat flare to life inside him, and his cock twitched in his pants.

Sid fought back the inappropriate arousal. He wasn’t attracted to men anymore. For a few months in college, he had thought he might be bisexual, but after deciding that the social costs were too high, he had simply stopped thinking about men that way. Mostly.

It was probably just the strange overcharged libido he had experienced since he took the gene treatments. Whatever was causing it, getting a boner while being chewed out by your boss was horrible timing. Sid fought hard to regain control of himself as he said: “I w-was feeling unwell, Dr. Bronson. It was hard to even talk on the phone.”

Clark shook his head with a pitying sigh. “You’re going to need to lie better than that if you want to convince me, Donner. I’m smarter than you’ll ever be. Well... I guess I should have known. I don’t know why I expected a little perv who snoops through girls’ emails to show an ounce of professionalism.”

Sid was a bright shade of red by this point, and some of his spectating coworkers were openly laughing at his public humiliation. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something forceful and defiant, to gain back a shred of dignity in the face of his boss’s bullying, but as he looked up at Dr. Bronson’s chiseled, confident features, he once again felt a crushing wave of inferiority that sent a disturbing tingle to his cock and made him weakly close his mouth.

Clark leaned down until his nose was almost touching Sid’s. “Well, Donner… are you going to get your shit together and do your job?” he asked in a quiet, but forceful voice. Sid could smell his clean, citrusy aftershave.

“Yes,” whispered Sid, looking away, unable to meet Clark’s eyes.

“Yes, what?” asked Clark sharply.

“Yes, Dr. Bronson, I’m going to get my shit together,” said Sid miserably, his voice cracking.

“Good,” said Clark crisply, straightening up. “Go get to work then. I’m sure you have lots piled up.”

And Sid retreated, followed by mocking eyes and laughter from his unsympathetic coworkers as he scuttled down the hall. But he didn’t head for his office. Instead, he made a beeline for the bathroom, headed straight for a stall, and latched it shut behind him.

He had his hand around his stiff, precum-leaking cock almost before his pants were off, stroking wildly. Stupid fucking Dr. Bronson… with his height, and his muscles, and his deep voice. Dominating him like that in front of everyone. It was horrible. Why was it turning him on so fucking much?

An image of Clark looming over him with a disappointed sneer seemed to sear itself into Sid’s mind as he orgasmed, hissing and straining in the thankfully empty employee restroom. Sid collapsed back against the toilet tank, taking harsh, ragged breaths. He needed to get control of this sex drive problem if it was manifesting in socially devestating ways like this.

And that wasn’t the only thing he had to email his mysterious contact about. After that humiliating meeting, Sid refused to stay a smaller, weaker man.

Clark Bronson would see how easy it would be to intimidate his employee once Sid was as tall, muscly, and handsome as him.

…

This time, the box that arrived at Sid’s door was much larger. Inside, he found not the small handful of glass vials he was expecting, but dozens of glass vials held in purpose-built racks. Each of the three rows was labeled differently.

“Overall Attractiveness”

“Body Type”

“Genitals”

A note accompanied this shipment as well.

“As discussed in our correspondence, drastic alterations such as the ones you have requested require multiple treatments. Take the gene therapy doses according to the schedule provided. NOTE: Initial changes may seem counter-intuitive. This is a normal part of the process: baseline changes made initially will act as a platform for later growth. Don’t judge the effectiveness of the treatment until the final vial has been taken.”

Sid stared doubtfully at the note. The gene editor had mentioned by email that the process to make him a huge, big-dicked hunk would be more complex than the changes to his eyesight and energy levels, but he wasn’t sure he liked the sound of “counter-intuitive changes”. But… in for a penny, in for a pound. He had already paid the massive sum for this new round of treatments, and the last ones had worked like a charm.

The hot tea he glugged down tasted even more like chemicals this time. The gene editor had assured Sid that there wouldn’t be any multiday naps like last time, but Sid was cautious anyway, monitoring himself for signs of drowsiness for the next hour.

He spent that time jerking off.

Over email, the mysterious scientist had sworn that Sid’s increased libido wasn’t something that came from their genetic tinkering. They suggested that perhaps Sid had always been this horny, and his increased energy levels had simply uncovered his sexual appetite. Sid wasn’t sure about that, but the gene editor had nothing else to say on the matter.

Sid completely forgot to ask about his eyes.

…

The warning in the package of glass vials turned out to be necessary. Without it, Sid might have freaked out a little about the initial changes to his body.

Sid wished that he had been a little more specific about what he was aiming for when he told the gene editor he wanted to be “more attractive”. Even after the disclaimer in the package, Sid was a little nervous about the changes he was seeing in his body.

For one, he had started to lose hair. Not on his head. The hair up there, in fact, seemed to be growing rapidly, and Sid swore that the roots seemed to be getting lighter and lighter. No, it was the hair on the rest of his body that was disappearing. The coarse hair in his pits and on his crotch was falling out at an alarming rate, replaced first by finer, lighter hair before disappearing entirely, leaving him smooth and soft all over.

But that was just a minor inconvenience compared to what was happening to his face. His eyelashes had thickened and lengthened, making his new brilliant blue eyes pop, and his lips were puffing up slowly over time. Also… unless it was his imagination, his face was overall becoming softer, slimmer, and less angular. It was hardly a good sign. Sid wanted the same sort of chisled good looks as Dr. Bronson after all. But the note had been clear: he wasn’t to judge the changes until the final dose was complete.

His body was a whole other issue. Sid understood that turning a scrawny, short man like himself into a tall, muscular hunk would probably take quite a few edits, so he was willing to be patient. But the initial changes that started happening were counterproductive when it came to making other men respect him.

Sid had been excited at first when his butt and thighs began swelling, thinking that it would signal the beginning of an overall growth spurt. But the growth had remained frustratingly localized, leaving Sid with a juicy ass and wide curving hips. He kept trying to tell himself that this was just the first step, but it was hard to keep his cool when he had to deal with the smirks and chuckles of his male coworkers about his “girly ass”.

Meanwhile, on the top half of his body, his arms actually seemed to be shrinking, growing slimmer and less muscled in contrast to the beefy look Sid craved. Sid also couldn’t help but feel that whatever was supposed to be happening with his pecs had misfired. His chest had become flabby, with pockets of fat forming beneath each nipple. Speaking of which, the changes to his nipples made no sense to him at all. They had grown larger and more sensitive the more treatments he took, until just moving around with his shirt scraping against them was enough to trigger a sympathetic reaction from his hair-trigger cock.

His cock was the worst part. Sid had been very specific on this particular modification. He wanted a thick ten-incher. Big enough to be shocking, he hoped, without being offputting. But not only had his cock grown ridiculously sensitive, he swore that it had actually started shrinking.

How could a shrinking cock be the first step toward a massive one?

But Sid did his best to keep the faith. After all, he had seen the power of this technology firsthand. He was sure that by the time he finished the vials, he would be thrilled with the way he looked.

…

“I'm not sure, Donna,” said Dale, leaning back in his office chair with a nasty smirk, “I guess something must have come unplugged, but I'm not sure what goes where down there. You'll have to root around and figure it out.”

“I-it's Donner,” mumbled Sid, nervously glancing away. “This is the third time this week Dale… I m-mean sir. Do you think you could maybe be more careful with your cables?” He was having more and more trouble talking to the strong, confident men at his workplace these days. Soon, he would be as tall and bulky as them, but for now, the temporary state of his body made him a target for leering stares and ridicule.

“I don’t know what to tell you, Donna,” said Dale with a shrug. “They come loose no matter what I do. Good thing I have everyone’s favorite IT girl here to help me.”

“I’m a man, s-sir,” protested Sid weakly, his face growing bright red. Some of the other researchers had noticed that Dale was once again giving him a hard time and looked over with amusement. A few of the guys even stood and moved closer to get a better look.

Sid felt a traitorous stiffening between his legs once again. His sensitivity and increased sex drive had made poorly timed boners a constant issue, and for some reason, the petty bullying of other men in the lab was particularly triggering. Something about being talked down to by a bigger stronger man just reached inside Sid and flipped a switch for some reason, as much as he hated it. He couldn’t wait to finally get the body he wanted and put all of this humiliation behind him.

Regardless of his wishes, Sid knew that there was no way out of his current situation. It was in his job description to make sure all workstations were properly hooked up, and the last thing he wanted was Dr. Bronson to reprimand him in public again… when that happened, hiding his erection was practically impossible.

So Sid sighed and sank to his knees, the eyes of Dale and the other gathered researchers following him all the way down. “Fine, but next time be more careful, ok?” he asked pitifully.

“I’ll see what I can do, princess,” said Dale dismissively, Now get to work”

Sid crawled beneath the desk, sticking his plush rounded butt and thick, squishy hips up into the air behind him. He knew that this was why the other male scientists had gathered. It was sick, really. All of these guys were supposedly straight, yet they openly stared and drooled at Sid’s ass.

It was like they didn’t even see him as male at all anymore.

Sid could hear his breath echoing loud and ragged in the cramped space beneath the desk. His tender nipples scraped against his shirt, pressed forward by the budding bumps beneath them as he stretched and reached to check the cables connected to the workstation.

“Hey, are you alright down there, Donna?” asked Dale in a voice of suppressed amusement, “It looks like you might be stuck.”

“N-no, I’m fine, sir,” said Sid in a breathy, strained voice, inadvertently wiggling his ass in a tempting sway as he tried to check all of the cable hookups. Aha. There it was. As expected, the monitor cable was unplugged. Sid was about to put it back in when he felt Dale’s strong fingers grip his hips.

“Are you suuuuurrre?” asked Dale, his fingers digging into Sid’s new soft, rounded hips. “I could pull you out! Or maybe give you a little… push.”

Sid’s head spun and his cock throbbed as he felt the touch of a man for the first time in his life. He opened his mouth but just a soft, confused sound came out. He was frozen, unable to act. Dale’s thumb traced the curve of his ass in slow back-and-forth strokes.

“What the fuck is going on here?” said a sharp, masculine voice. Dale’s hands immeadiately withdrew, and Sid scrambled out from beneath the desk, red-faced and trembling.

Dr. Bronson stood in the doorway, his face dark with rage. This time Sid was happy to see him. Who knew what might have happened if he hadn’t walked in?

“Donna. My office. Now,” snapped the commanding older man, turning away with a flap of his lab coat. Sid’s mouth fell open in disbelief as Dale and the other men snickered. He was too shocked to even protest that his name was actually “Donner”.

His coworkers watched with interest as Sid left with an unconsciously seductive, hip-swaying walk to meet with his angry boss.

…

Dr. Bronson sat at his desk, lacing his fingers together as he leveled a flat, hostile glare at Sid across the room.

“I’ve taken a look at your open IT tickets, Donna,” he said in a hard voice, “It’s as long as my arm. Department heads are starting to complain. And what do I catch you doing? Flirting with the staff.”

Sid spluttered indignantly. “F-flirting!?! No, Doctor, those men, they… they were…” But even as he protested, the very fact that he was being disciplined once again by his merciless boss was making him feel dazed, his whole body warming up.

“Whatever you want to call it,” said Bronson, waving a weary hand. “Whatever games you’re playing with your male coworkers, it’s interfering with your job.” Sid wanted to protest that he would like nothing more than to do his work, but the guys wouldn’t leave him alone, calling him away from his duties to tease him like they had today. But he felt too awkward and tongue-tied by the strange lust that bubbled up inside him whenever he was humiliated. He could feel his nipples pressing diamond-hard against his shirt and prayed that Clark wouldn’t notice them.

… and of course, masturbating in the bathrooms multiple times per day didn’t help his productivity either, but he knew better than to bring that up. Clark was staring at his red-faced employee with open exasperation. When he realized that Sid wasn’t going to be able to speak, he just shook his head with a sigh.

“This is your last warning, Donna. Your transition is your business, but you can’t let your sex life interfere with your work,” he said, then waved Sid off, turning to grab some folders from his desk.

Sid had never felt more humiliated in his life. As he walked back to his office, hips swaying and pants tented, he could see his coworkers smirking at him and hear them whispering to each other. His boss thought he was a transgender woman. Probably his other male coworkers did too. That explained all of the attention he had been getting lately.

Once again, instead of going straight to his office, Sid stopped by the bathroom. Not to jerk off this time (although he would have to do so soon if he wanted to get any work done), but to take a good look at himself in the mirror. Once he looked at himself with Clark’s words in mind, it was hard to unsee. His lower half wasn’t just chunky, it looked feminine. His face had lost most of its masculine qualities, and the swelling on his chest could be mistaken for small breasts if you didn’t know better.

That was it. The gene editor had told Sid not to rush to judgment, but this was too much. Even if this was just an intermediate step, it wasn’t worth the respect he was losing at work. He was going to send a strongly worded email tonight, demanding answers.

…

Sid bit his lip (which still felt unusually ripe and swollen between his teeth) as he read the email.

Coming home from work hot and bothered and furious, Sid had sent an email immediately demanding answers about his treatment. To his surprise, despite usually taking a few hours to reply, the response was almost immediate. The mysterious gene editor had asked for details about Sid's concerns, and eventually drew Sid into describing his new circumstances at work in his last email.

Sid’s deep blue eyes scanned the response.

[Well, pardon me for saying so, but it sounds like the issue you are having has more to do with social issues than with your body per se. I don’t need to tell you that bullies prey on those who they perceive as weak. It doesn’t matter if you are on vial three with a still-forming physique or vial fifteen with a massive, muscled torso; if you are perceived as weak, you’ll be seen as a target.

But I do sympathize with your issue, and I realize that, unfortunately, the middle stages of your treatment might make you more vulnerable to mockery. So, as a courtesy, I can provide you with some treatments to augment your mental and social abilities free of charge.]

Sid frowned, but he had to admit he was intrigued. If he was smart and socially skilled enough to fend off the bullying of his coworkers, it would solve most of his current problems. But there was one thing bothering him… he understood how genetic editing could improve his mental abilities, but didn’t see what genes had to do with social skills. To put his mind at ease, he asked about the social skills treatment and received an email a few minutes later.

[Great question. The treatment enhances the parts of your brain that recognize minute facial movements, as well as making you more sensitive to things like pheromones. Long story short, it allows you to read a person’s state of mind more easily.]

Sid didn’t know if any of that was scientifically accurate, but it sounded plausible.

And when had the gene editor ever steered him wrong?

…

Donna gasped in ecstasy as she rolled her hips, squishing and rubbing herself against the corner of her desk. She had stopped masturbating the normal way about a week ago. Her cock had become so small that it had become hard to get good friction with her fist wrapped around it. This new humping method felt much better. There were other masturbation methods she had been experimenting with as well… but they were harder to do discreetly at work.

Her body had undergone a lot of changes… Oops! His body. Sid was a boy after all, and wasn’t named Donna. Sometimes that was hard to remember. All the men at work had been treating him like a woman for weeks after all, and it just felt easier to go along with it instead of constantly arguing.

Sid’s hair was almost fully blonde now, and reached down to his shoulder, thick, lustrous, and wavy. He had a cute heart-shaped face now, with thick lashes and plump, permanently pink lips. His chest had continued swelling, and Sid was considering looking into wearing a bra until the bulk there finally spread out and looked more manly. His thighs and butt were now even thicker and juicier, jiggling when he walked. Sid couldn’t wait until he was that thick and powerful throughout his entire body, turning him into the kind of hunky man that made his mouth water… errr… made him jealous rather.

Even better, the treatment that Sid’s friend had sent in the mail to help him with being smart and talking good had worked like a charm! Ever since he had taken them, it felt like his mind was calm and clear all the time, instead of overthinking everything like he used to. And the boost to his social skills had helped as well!

Donna had discovered that all her coworkers wanted to do was joke around with her a little! The best policy was to lean into their teasing games and learn to embrace the erotic charge she got from the humiliation. After all, her little two-inch cock was so small at this point that no one even noticed anymore when it was stiff and dripping.

Oops. His cock. He was a boy. He was Sid, not Donna. Why was it so hard to remember that?

Sid was so caught up in his own little world of humping his desk and letting out little moans that it took him a second to realize that the door was open and Dr. Bronson was staring at him.

“Oh!” he gasped, instinctively covering his crotch and shying away. “Doctor! I didn’t see you there! I was… I was j-just stretching and I…” Dr. Bronson just shook his head with a smirk. “I know exactly what you were doing Donna. It’s why I wanted to talk to you in fact. Meet me in my office.”

When he was gone, Sid collapsed in his chair, breathing heavily and trying to calm down. It was hard: humiliation had become his number-one turn-on lately. And it was hard to imagine anything as humiliating as being caught masturbating by his manly older boss. The fact that he had to go meet with Dr. Bronson again didn’t help to calm him down either. In a few short weeks, Sid had gone from dreading confrontations with his hunky boss to secretly craving them. It only made sense: humiliation turned Sid on like nothing else, and Dr. Bronson could embarrass him better than anyone.

Sid briefly considered completing his masturbation session before he left, but Dr. Bronson would be expecting him. He would just have to go into the meeting without relief from the burning nagging lust that was building up inside him. He got up from his chair and made his way down the hall with his new wiggly gait, his heart pounding hard in his swollen chest. As he passed, Dale poked his head out of one of the labs and said “Hey Donna! I’m having a little trouble with my workstation again. I’d love to see you bend down and fix it.” Even in the hurry he was, Sid had time to play along with the little inside joke he had going with Dale. “Ooh, you naughty boy,” he giggled, batting his eyelashes. “I’d love to get down on my hands and knees for you, but the boss is waiting for me. Next time?”

“I’ll hold you to that,” said Dale, and for a moment his expression was dead serious, before breaking into a smirk and a wink. Sid twiddled his fingers at the researcher and hurried to Dr. Bronson’s office.

When Sid entered Dr. Bronson’s office, his muscly older boss brandished a stack of papers and held them out to Sid. “Take these, Donna. Tell me what you see.” With a slither of apprehension in his gut, Sid took the offered papers and flipped through them.

He winced.

It was a list of the currently open and unresolved IT tickets. It went on for several pages. Sid was genuinely shocked that things had gotten this bad. Sure, he had been putting off work a little bit. He was just trying to be a little more social with the boys around the office! And yeah, maybe his habit of masturbating at work had gotten a little out of hand. But to have let things get this bad…

“The last ticket you completed was over three weeks ago,” said Clark. This time his voice was quiet, almost pitying. “Donna, I’m afraid the board has decided to let you go. Effective immediately.”

Sid looked up at his boss’s grim face and blinked, his soft pink lips forming a perfect “o” of shock. His brain sluggishly tried to process what he was hearing with little success. He was… fired? No no no, this couldn’t be happening. The truth was, Sid had gone into debt a little bit to pay for his expensive new gene treatments. This was not the time to be unemployed. His eyes suddenly swam with tears. Ever since the social awareness treatment Sid had gotten, it seemed like his emotions were always on the surface.

“B-but,” he said, his lip quivering, “Doctor, I really need this job! If I get fired I d-don’t know what i’ll d-do!” Dr. Bronson sighed and looked thoughtful for a moment.

“Well…” he said slowly, “You have become very popular with the guys around the office. It would be a shame to see you go… I suppose there is one option.” Sid moved forward eagerly, seizing his boss’s hand in a pleading gesture. “Oh, anything doctor! Tell me what I can do!”

“The board also approved my request for a personal secretary,” said Dr. Bronson, his grey eyes unreadable. “If you would be willing to apply for that position, I would consider it.” Sid paused and frowned. Secretary? It wasn’t what he was trained to do… and it felt a little like a demeaning demotion. But with Sid’s new outlook on life, demeaning wasn’t necessarily a deal breaker.

“What would I be doing?” asked Sid cautiously, blushing as he realized he was still essentially holding hands with Dr. Bronson.

“Anything I wanted,” said Dr. Bronson in a firm, confident voice, staring directly into Sid’s wide blue eyes. “You would be working directly under me.”

A thrill of erotic tension zinged through every nerve in Sid’s body. If he accepted, he wouldn’t just be occasionally lectured by his boss. He would be ordered around every minute of the day, Dr. Bronson’s steely eyes boring into him at every moment. As much as the idea filled with apprehension, it also almost made him cum in his pants from the thought alone.

“Yes,” said Sid, his voice soft and dazed. “Yes, I’ll do it.”

Dr Bronson chuckled, drawing his hand away to lean back in his chair with his hands laced behind his head. “Not so fast, Donna. I still haven’t decided if I want to hire you! You’ve proven yourself undisciplined, unprofessional, and incompetent. I’m not sure you would be a good fit.” Sid had been unsure about taking the position, but now that it was being snatched away from him, he was desperate not to lose it.

“I won’t fuck up this time!” said Sid desperately, leaning across the desk in his eagerness and treating his boss to a view of the squishy valley between the “lumps” on his chest. “I promise that I’ll be the best secretary ever if you take a chance on me!” The moment hung there, crackling with tense energy. Sid could feel his boss’s eyes travel over his new body slowly. This was new. Normally the other men in the office weren’t shy about checking him out, but Dr. Bronson kept things curt and professional. Now his hard grey eyes took in every curve before travelling back to Sid’s eyes.

“So if I dropped something,” said Dr. Bronson, picking up his empty coffee mug and dropping it to the ground in front of him, “And told you to pick it up… what would you do?” Sid’s belly erupted in nervous butterflies as he sank to his knees. He could feel every pulse of his rapid heartbeat as blood flowed through his tiny penis and aching, sensitive nipples.

He picked up the cup and looked up at his strong manly boss with soft, upturned eyes. He had never felt this small, this inferior, this… feminine. He was kneeling between his boss’s legs while the handsome older man looked down at him with a look of faint smugness.

“What I need is a good girl who will devote herself completely to pleasing me. Can you be that good girl, Donna?” asked Dr. Bronson in a clear, calm voice.

Sid shook his head, trying to clear it. This close to his boss, his nose seemed to fill with Dr. Bronson’s scent. His aftershave, but also the faint smell of his sweat, and even a hint of a deeper, fainter musk. It made it hard to think. Hard to breathe. “I… Doctor… i-I’m not a girl. I’m a…”

“I know exactly what you are Donna,” said Dr. Bronson firmly. “I’ll ask you again. Can you be a good girl for me?”

Donna surrendered to the warm pink fog clouding her brain, giving in to the submissive pleasure flooding her feminized body. She heard the words puff out of her pink glossy lips without consciously forming them:

“Yes, Doctor.”

“Then show me how you would devote yourself to pleasing me,” said Dr. Bronson staring down at Donna with an approving grin.

Dr. Bronson made no move, but Donna’s instincts told her what to do. She rose on her knees, feeling the slide of fabric against her sensitive nipples as she shifted, and rested her hand on Dr. Bronson’s thighs. Her heart pounded as she looked up at him, unsure. Was it possible that this was all a test of professionalism? But her boss said nothing, just staring down with that faint smile as Donna slowly slid her hands up his thighs.

She gasped as she found the thick outline of his erection. Dr. Bronson was huge. Her hand grasped and traced the edges of the thick phallus as her mouth began to water. This was exactly the type of juicy cock that she had once craved for herself. And she craved it now, craved the powerful masculinity that her boss gave off in waves. But not for herself. She wanted to… taste it.

When Donna’s delicate fingers unzipped Dr. Bronson’s pants, it took barely any effort to free his massive cock. It burst out from confinement, gently bouncing in the air, practically making Donna cross-eyed as she stared at it in wonder. Donna had never touched a cock other than her own… but this one held an undeniable fascination. A certain magnetism that meant Donna couldn’t look away. It was long, and thick, throbbing with masculine power. And rock hard. For her. That faint musky scent Donna had detected earlier now seemed to overwhelm her. Her mouth was practically dripping with drool.

Her shiny wet tongue poked out from between her lips, slowly moving toward the cock pulsing gently in front of her. A distant part of her screamed in protest, saying that he hated Clark,

that he wasn’t gay, and that he didn’t want to be a bimbo secretary. But that was Sid. Donna didn’t want to be Sid anymore.

All she wanted to do was be a good girl for her big strong boss.

Donna’s wet tongue traced gently up the underside of Dr. Bronson’s manly cock, before she finally arrived at its swollen head. And then, Donna’s brand new dick-sucking lips found the purpose they had been custom-designed for. They wrapped firmly around the shaft of her boss’s dick as she began her first-ever blowjob.

“Good girl,” said Dr. Bronson in a tone of deep satisfaction. He reached down with one hand and pulled Donna’s long, blonde hair into a loose ponytail; a handle he could use to dominantly seize control of the blowjob. Donna was eager to please her boss, but the feeling of being used as he explored every inch of her mouth was still deeply humiliating. Which only fueled her lust. Her throat began making soft gluck gluck gluck noises as she closed her eyes in rapture, silently worshipping at the altar of cock.

Donna fell into the rhythm, allowing herself to be used like the good little girl she was, swirling her tongue submissively as her boss’s hard cock slid in and out, stretching her pouty lips. Her hand slid down between her thighs, rubbing and teasing faster and faster, not even bothering to stroke her pathetic excuse for a cock, just pleasuring herself with a flat, rubbing palm.

Finally, Dr. Bronson grunted “Swallow!” it was the only warning she got before her mouth was flooded with thick, hot semen. With wide blue eyes staring up at her new boss, Donna did her best to comply, swallowing rapidly as she felt herself dry orgasm in her pants (she hardly ever ejaculated these days).

Finally, Dr. Bronor fell back in his chair, leaving Donna panting and trembling on the floor.

“You’re hired,” he said flatly, with a smirk. “Oh… but there will be a different dress code for you from now on. I’ll have some clothes sent around to your apartment.”

It was all Donna could do to pull herself together enough to whimper,

“Yes, Doctor!”

…

On Saturday morning, Sid writhed and moaned in his sweaty sheets, thrusting a thick dildo in and out of his greedy asshole with shaking fingers.

When Sid got home from work, away from his new boss's strange intoxicating scent, the enormity of what he had signed up for hit him. He had agreed to a massive, humiliating demotion. Worse, a demotion to a position heavily implied to be sex-based.

He had enthusiastically agreed to be his boss's “good girl” at work.

Something was wrong. Seriously wrong. Sid was shocked to notice on Friday night that he had only three treatments left, and there were still no signs of the bulging masculinity that the gene editor had promised.

In fact, when he looked in the mirror, Sid saw only Donna, the good girl his boss insisted he become. Long flowing hair, soft curves, and lush, feminine facial features.

He had sent a frantic email to the gene editor, but there had still been no response. Even more concerningly, Sid had tried not to take his gene editing treatment yesterday… but as the night wore on, he found himself craving the strange chemical taste more and more until it was all that he could think about.

He had given in and taken his treatments in the end. He didn't even know if he had the willpower to fight that urge today.

Sid closed his eyes and focused on the pleasure as he roughly thrust his dildo in and out. This had become his new favorite masturbation method now, although it was difficult to do discreetly at work. Sid tried his best to think of beautiful women, bouncing tits, wet pussies.

But Sid's thoughts kept coming back to his boss's hard eyes looming above him… his massive cock thrusting, stretching Sid’s swollen lips.

Sid’s eyes flew open, looking nervously at the garment bags thrown over the back of his office chair as his dildo moved faster and faster. Dr. Bronson had sent them by courier yesterday. He didn't actually expect Sid to wear those did he? Well no… but he did expect Donna to wear them.

Could Sid really show up to work in those clothes tomorrow? Could he be his boss’s slutty good girl secretary?

Did he want to?

Could he stop himself even if he didn’t?

Sid’s hips humped back wildly on the dildo, his mind brimming with hard cocks. He squirmed and moaned, imagining being a submissive good girl for his boss as he came a few drops of milky semen onto his sheets.

…

The lab was awfully quiet as Donna tottered in on her new high heels. It had never been an option to resist the will of her boss. She knew that now.

She couldn’t beleive she had spent so much time worrying about her new wardrobe. It looked so cute she should have embraced it immediately! A tiny, tight little pencil skirt trapped her juicy butt and thighs, forcing her to take mincing little steps on her shiny back high heels. The restrictive skirt also made her thighs rub together as she walked, constantly reminding her of the silky feel of the stockings that had come with the outfit.

The puffy-sleeved blouse that Dr. Bronson had chosen was just sheer enough to give a tantilizing hint of her pink nipples as her big firm tits (Donna didn’t lie to herself anymore. That’s what they were) bounced and swayed, bra-free.

The reception area was empty and the hallway was deserted. Donna began to feel a little nervous. she had dreaded the thought of revealing her new outfit to the people who used to know her as a man, but this strange silence was even more unnerving than mocking laughter would have been.

Suddenly her phone chimed. Donna dug it out of the small purse Dr.Bronson had given her (the skirt was too tight to have pockets) to check what message she had received. Maybe it was some sort of holiday she had forgotten and her boss was texting to remind her. She had been a little ditzy lately after all. But to her shock, it was an email from the mysterious gene editor.

[Come to the break room.] Was all it said.

Donna’s heart pounded and her mind whirled as she stared at her phone in stunned incomprehension. She didn’t understand at all. Numbly, she turned and walked to the breakroom.

As she swung the door open, she saw why the rest of the lab was empty. All of the scientists stood around the walls of the room. Their eyes lit up with hungry anticipation as they saw her enter. In the center of the room stood Dr. Clark Bronson, holding his phone in one hand and wearing a face of triumph.

He looked down at his phone and typed something. Donna’s phone pinged again. She looked down. Another email from the mysterious gene editor.

[Good girl.]

Donna dropped her phone as if it was something disgusting, letting it clatter to the floor. “Y-you?” she asked breathlessly, her eyes wide and shocked as she looked into her boss’s smug, chiseled face.

“Yes, Donna. Me,” he said simply, spreading his arms wide. “I made you the woman you are today.”

A swirl of emotions assaulted Donna. She felt weak in the knees. Fear. Anger. Arousal. But above all, humiliation… singing in her veins and igniting her pathetic, masochistic lust. She had been so stupid that she had fallen utterly into Dr. Bronson’s trap. He had feminized Sid into his slutty, submissive secretary, and Sid had eagerly participated, downing the fluids that spelled the end of his masculinity without a hint of suspicion.

“Why?” asked Donna, her heart pounding and her nipples already beginning to press against the gauzy fabric of her shirt. “Why me?”

“There was no reason for the IT guy to know this, but Excellular Labs isn’t exactly a squeaky-clean business,” said Dr. Bronson with a wolfish smile. “We offer all kinds of less-than-legal services under the table. Our bankrollers have wanted us to move into gene editing for some time, but we needed a test subject to make sure we knew what we were doing. And hey, we had a creepy IT guy who wouldn’t leave our female staff alone. I thought it would be fitting if he became female staff himself.”

Donna frowned, looking around the room at the sneering and chuckling crowd. She had underestimated how much she had been disliked as Sid. “B-but, they were talking about it… how there were rumors online. At lunch one day!”

Dr. Bronson barked a laugh. “Yeah! I have to hand it to Dale. I thought that even you wouldn’t be stupid enough to fall for such an obvious honeypot, but he insisted. I overestimated you.”

Dr. Bronson strode forward, making the breath catch in Donna’s throat from a combination of intimidation and arousal. The muscular older doctor threw his arm over Donna’s shoulder and gestured around the room at the grinning scientists. “You should thank all of these hardworking scientists, Donna! While you were jerking your little dick in your office, they were hard at work at their stations, editing your genes to grow those amazing tits and shrink that pesky cock away entirely. Thanks to them, you have a whole new purpose in life. And we can move on to provide this service to the highest bidder.”

Donna’s dreamy blue eyes scanned the crowd. she could see the fires of lust burning in the eyes of the men, who clearly didn’t care that Donna had once been male. She detected no pity in the eyes of the women and even scattered sparks of lust there as well.

“In fact,” said Dr. Bronson in an undertone, “I think I know the perfect way that you can pay them back for their hard work. Why don’t you take off that cute little outfit and show them the body they designed in all its slutty glory.” He backed away, his eyes shining with the same predatory gleam as the rest of his colleagues.

The tension and anticipation filled the air of the breakroom. All eyes were on Donna, waiting for her to show them everything, to be the slut that they knew she had become. Donna could have fought. She could have kicked off her shoes and ran. Look for some kind-hearted scientists who could undo the cruel changes to her body. Tried to be Sid again.

But what had being Sid ever gotten her? Loneliness and bitterness and a festering inferiority complex. At least as Donna, in a twisted way, she was wanted. Besides, ever since she had taken the “intelligence booster” her coworkers had sent her, willpower wasn’t really Donna’s strong suit.

Donna surrendered to the humiliated, masochistic lust blossoming inside her. Her hands rose to her blouse, unbuttoning it and beginning a brief, silent striptease for the people who had utterly defeated Sid Donner.

Her tits were unveiled first. Big, round, and gravity-defying, sitting high on her chest with big, stiff, slutty nipples custom-designed to tempt mouths and fingers. Her hands traced down the generous curves of her hips to unzip her tight skirt, wiggling out of it to reveal a thick, round ass that had a breathtaking mixture of jiggle and firmness. She paused there for a moment, breathing deeply and gathering her courage to pull down the black thong Dr. Bronson had supplied for her.

“Well, don’t keep us waiting,” said Dr. Bronson eagerly, his eyes locked between Donna’s legs. “The genitals were the hardest part to program. Show us the results.” Squeezing her eyes shut in embarrassment, Donna yanked down the panties, revealing her cock.

It had become a sort of acorn-shaped nub on her flesh. Everything else was smooth, her balls had retracted at some point last week, and there was no sign of them.

Donna’s stomach roiled as she saw the nods of approval from the crowd. This wasn’t some mistake, this is what they had intended all along.

“I can see you aren’t a fan of your… current state,” said Dr. Bronson with false sympathy. “But not to worry. I have a solution for you.” He snapped his fingers, and one of the scientists stepped forward, placing a small box in Donna’s hands.

“Open it,” urged Dr. Bronson. “This one took a little longer to perfect in the lab. Don’t worry. There’s no charge this time.”

Donna flipped open the lid. Inside sat one more vial of gene editing liquid. It was labeled in crisp font, just like the first vials for “Eyesight” and “Energy” had been.

This one read “Your New Pussy”.

Donna didn’t know if the scientists had been expecting her to resist or protest, but to her, this seemed like a no-brainer. She immediately unsealed the vial and downed the harsh chemical-tasting liquid straight as the crowd cheered and clapped.

Dr. Bronson held up a hand, and the applause died out. He smiled widely at his homemade slutty secretary as he said, “I don’t think your thank-yous are finished yet, Donna. Why don’t you get down on your knees and show the boys from the lab what your new body was made for, hmmm?”

Donna’s brain was fuzzy, her negative thoughts floating away. All these handsome men that she loved to joke around with had been the ones that made her so pretty. They really did deserve thanks! And why would she deny them, when sucking her boss’s cock had been so much fun last week?

Wearing only stockings and heels, Donna sank to her knees, biting her lip in anticipation as the scientists around her hurriedly took off their pants, or, for the most impatient, simply unzipped.

Before long she was surrounded by a forest of cocks. She reached out eagerly, taking two in hand while another plunged between her lips, prodding and thrusting with enthusiasm. That strange musky smell she remembered from serving on her knees last week swirled around her in a powerful cloud. Male pheremones, a voice inside her whispered. She didn’t care what it was, just that the smell drove her crazy with lust.

There were too many dicks and not enough slut to go around. Eager men, desperate for their turn, smeared their dripping cocks on any warm skin they could reach, leaving the eager slut kneeling in the center of the break room sticky with precum. Some of the female scientists, spectating the obscene display with amusement, took pity and gave out handjobs to the men stuck further back in the crowd as they drank in the sight of Donna’s utter debasement.

Donna did her best to meet the challenge, bobbing her head and pumping her hands on the powerful cocks of her manly conquerors. She drowned in the torrent of masculine power surrounding her. The strong male energy Donna had once wanted as her own penetrated and shoved and dominated her completely. And she loved every second of it.

It wasn’t long before the first man came, filling Donna’s willing mouth with his sperm. She drank it down greedily, savoring the taste as one of the two men she was jerking off orgasmed as well, splattering her face from the side. It became a chain reaction as the sight of her slutty face covered in sticky white sent other men over the edge. That musky smell seemed hyper concentrated in the semen that now covered Donna’s face and tits. She wanted to drink it, play with it, rub it into her skin. She needed more.

And she got it.

Donna fell into a blur of cock. Her hands pumped throbbing dick. Her lips stretched around cock after cock, her tongue swirling and licking and teasing. Men rubbed their cocks all over every inch of her tits. Her hair. Even her armpits. Donna’s whole body throbbed with filthy heat. She felt the need for release burning inside her, her tension spiraling upward more and more without relief. And every cumshot just made her frustrated arousal worse, each hot, thick load made her more and more desperate for release.

Suddenly, without warning, the crowd parted. Was that it? Was she done? Had she made very scientist cum?

She looked up, face and tits dripping with her coworker's cum, to see her boss once again standing above her, as naked as she was, his powerful cock standing stiffly at attention.

“Now it’s time for your reward,” said Dr. Bronson, “For being such a good test subject. I can give you what you need.”

He didn’t spell it out, but there was only one thing that Donna needed right now. She turned away from him and bent low, her cum-splattered tits hanging downward to drip on the tile of the breakroom as she arched her back and spread her thighs. Finally, she reached behind her and parted her thick cheeks, revealing her sensitive, twitching hole.

“P-please, Doctor,” she whimpered. “F-fuck me.”

Dr. Bronson only growled in response, seizing her thick hips in his hands and piercing the tight virgin asshole that Donna had unknowingly been training for this day. It felt like she was a puzzle that had finally found its missing piece. When her boss’s big, manly cock sank deep inside her, Donna finally let go of all of her lingering doubts. Nothing that was wrong could feel this right. Dr. Bronson began to move, pulling Donna back onto his cock, encouraging her to move her hips back into him as he began to thrust into her soft ass from behind. It was a thousand times better than using a dildo. A living, rigid symbol of conquering masculinity was rewriting her, making her just as much of a woman inside as out.

Donna began to push back harder and harder, giving in to the blazing lust burning inside her. A low slutty moan burst from her throat, drawing chuckles from the surrounding crowd. Through her daze of lust, Donna looked around her. Everyone was watching her and Dr. Bronson. Watching her be taken, turned into his good girl.

It was humiliating. Donna's pace increased even further, and one moan followed another as she felt orgasm approaching.

Dr. Bronson sensed Donna’s oncoming orgasm, and seized her arms, gripping them tight and using them to pull her back onto his cock even faster. Her tight, slippery asshole gripped his massive cock like a vice as Donna tensed and shook, her moans becoming high and desperate as she toppled over the edge of orgasm.

Donna’s first ever female climax gripped her body in a powerful spasm. Her spine arched and her hand flew up instinctively to grasp and pinch at one of her sensitive new breasts. The sensation was so powerful that at first she made no sound, unable to even draw in breath in the depths of her overwhelming pleasure. But then it all came out, loud, embarrassing howls of sexual delight. She was so consumed by pleasure that she barely noticed as Dr. Bronson stepped back, letting her collapse to the floor.

It took Donna a few minutes to collect herself. By the time she did, Dr. Bronson was standing above her, holding another vial. He turned it so that Donna could see the label.

It read “True Love”.

Dr. Bronson’s voice was calm and his smile gentle as he explained, all the while slowly tugging his still-erect cock. “Now Donna, this treatment is very special. The label is kind of a joke. But only kind of. This is an experimental product we have been working on. A sort of love potion if you will. If you mix someone else's dna with this vial… Well, it will link you to that person forever. Their smell, their taste will become an aphrodisiac to you. We are not sure exactly how strong the effect will be, but if what our scientists estimate is true… Obsession might not even begin to describe it.”

Donna looked up with wide, wondering eyes as Dr. Bronson placed the vial in her hands.

“This choice is yours Donna. I won’t make you… But do you want to truly be my good girl? Forever?”

Donna looked down at the vial, then up into her boss’s gray eyes. Then down to the cock he was still idly stroking. She couldn’t think of anything she wanted more. She unsealed the vial and reached out her free hand to Dr. Bronson’s cock, gently pushing his hand away.

Donna wasn’t yet an expert at handjobs, but their aggressive anal sex had brought Dr. Bronson close to the edge anyway. It took only a dozen strokes for him to grunt and tense. Donna angled his cock down, catching several squirts directly into the mouth of the vial, where globs of it floated and swirled with the amber liquid.

Her submissive blue eyes locked with her master’s, Donna threw the vial back, draining it and sealing her fate.

This was her life now. There was no going back. So she might as well go all the way.

Donna was ready to stop thinking and be a good girl.

Forever.