Alisha Hendricks

The first night in the facility was far too short. Alisha groaned as the buzzer woke her. She was living in a similar tiny quarter as most of the lower ranked scientists, without an shower. Therefore she had to use the community shower. With sleepy eyes she took her towel and other stuff and scuffled out of her room.

She met somebody in the corridor, but she was still too sleepy to really notice who it was. "morning!" she said, and stumbled into the shower.

It had been four days since Kevin had awoken in the sterile white room availed of all possessions, clothing and explanations. In lack of such things he had taken to attempting to provide them himself. Obviously clothing and possessions were proving a touch difficult, but the explanations side was something he could have a good crack at.

The last thing he could remember was eagerly signing his name on the induction form given to him when he had arrived at the Faculty. Come to think of it, it was quite odd that nobody seemed to have any other name for the place, not even the staff he had spoken to. That was beside the point however. Given how he had somehow blacked out just as he signed the form, he came to the conclusion that a chunk of his memory was missing and that either there had been some cock up at the admin department, sending him to the wrong place or this was some kind of on-the-job initiation. Given how he had already been here four days and there was clearly a false mirror over there, that struck out the mistake option, so this was clearly an initiation.

With this confirmation firmly concluded, Kevin continued his work.

While he had been here, they had been sending him food via a small hatch in the wall, some of which he had set aside to write with. It was crude and likely unsanitary but sachet ketchup was rubbish anyway and it wouldn't make a good show to the examiners if he just sat on his arse all day. As such, he had been making note of all the events leading up to this moment in an attempt to fill in the blank he was experiencing. The reasoning behind this activity being the assumption that they wouldn't wipe his memory for nothing, so clearly the answer must be to break through this block and recall some piece of information given to him before he entered the room. Once he gave them that, surely they would let him out and finally put some pants back on.

Right?

Everyone in here was new to Sophia, she met some co-workers, but didn't recognize any of them. After showering she returned to her room and prepared to work. Appearently she was assigned to a test subject named Kevin (there was no surname on the file). After skimming through it, she realized that there was barely any information inside. How should that suppose to work? She had a role of a beholder, but couldn't really interact with this Kevin throughout his transformation. She wasn't even allowed to know what exactly they were doing with him. Maybe this facility wasn't the right choice after all.

*sigh* "Well, we will see. Maybe it'll get better gradually." she thought. "'7:30, time to get a breakfast." She left her room and went to the canteen.

Name: Jennifer (alias Jenny) McCloud

After some failed tries in the mix of the two compounds (latex and D-Cum), without advertising it, Jennifer goes sleep in the work while she took some simple compounds without names in the bottle, when she falls asleep, her hand throw some of the unidentified compounds to the failed mix with the latex and the D-Cum...

Without advertising it, it was the compound that was missing for the reaction to work, the reaction takes a deeply red color, and reacts violently with the fusing of the three compounds, all this happened while Jennifer continues sleeping...

While the time passes, the compound mixed starts to get out of the experiment bottle, touching the arm of Jennifer while she was alone in the lab...

Doing that the deeply red mixed formula is sucking through her skin, doing that it appears some deeply red zones in her arm and it advances...

While her dreams changes from normal to aroused, pleasants and enjoyable dreams with an erotic part...

¿Jenny or whoever is she?

The only thing that she remembers after she came into the lab, was that she slept and some strange, aroused, pleasants, awesome and pleasures dreams assaults her brain doing that she almost forgot all the feeling of the transportation that the Decontamination team gave her...

Taking off all the clothes that she wore before, including her ID card, but they only keep herself the panties that she wore that day, after the decontamination shower that she received (without noticing that), they throw her to an empty cell, she is not longer a scientific, she is now a test subject...

While in her dreams, she was dreaming with only a color "red" and a ¿mouth or a vagina or a pussy? talking to her in a unidentified language that she only understands some isolated words like...,

Hive..., Nest..., Brood..., Infect..., join us..., meet us..., we are your family now...

While her soaked panties merges with the slim red cape of the unidentified element mixed that she did before that all are extended in all her naked body in almost 10 minutes, doing that her legs changes also with her soaked panties changing also it into a different red net microscope around her two legs....

And the words repeats constantly in her changing and reformatting brain..., while in all her naked body, all the red spots appears more giants in others unknown zones of her naked body...

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After some days of constants words in the white cell alone, all her naked body is all almost red, she keeps her face intact, eyes, nose and mouth a little different, her breasts were grown from a B cup to a JJ Cups

She opens her eyes after 6 days unconscious, her brain is completed reformatted and her desires are changed, she has the mission of rejoin with them, first escape of this empty space, after find them and rejoin with them (her new family)...

Also she senses her new family calling her with another different name unidentified that she doesn´t recognize...

"LASEX"

Dawn

Dawn awoke with a start.  The last several days had been a jumbled mess and a blur.  She was preparing some snacks for some sort of party her boyfriend was hosting when the police busted in shouting and pointing guns at everyone.  It didn't make any sense.  It made even less sense when the interrogators starting demanding to know about bombs and threats.  They finally let her have some tea to calm down.  There must have been drugs in that tea because She quickly lost consciousness and heard someone laughing about poetic justice.

Two days ago she had a woken in a blank white room with no clothes.  She occasionally hear noises, voices, once she thought she heard be Jason yelling.  Dawn sat in the edge of the hoping for something, anything, different to happen today.
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Jason

Jason had been spewing the same tired antiestablishment rhetoric since he had be picked up.  Flatly refusing to answer questions and hurling random insults and promises of revenge and 'getting even'.  Of course even those had given away far more information than Jason realized.  Their goal had been to keep talking no matter what.  If they could get him to answer their questions in the process all the better.  They had so far changed Jason's right leg into a giant cock.  It had certainly kept him spewing a lot obscenities for quite some time.

His day started like the previous few, with pounding on the walls demanding to be let free.  Promising his brothers in arms would not stand for this much longer.  How he would gladly die to see those in power fall.   The disembodied voice that been his only contact with the outside world cams on, "I see you're still as determined to be a martyr for your cause.  But what about your sweet innocent Dawn? Hmmm.  Are you willing to see her pay for your transgressions?"

Christy

...The hours dragged on as she fussed about her work, interpreting causes and the effects of different blends of transformations.  She'd reached a sticking point in her work.  After analyzing brainwave scan after brainwave scan of her lab animals, she had no way of knowing what her work was doing on a subconscious level to her subjects.  Leaning back again, resting her thumb and forefinger on the bridge of her nose and closing her eyes, she heard a clipboard being dropped on her desk with a soft thud. She snapped to from her break of concentration to see who dropped it there, but teh bustle around the lab revealed no obvious source.  She picked up the clipboard and flipped through the contents, shocked at what they entailed.

In front of her was the face of a human, clinically lined up in front of a ruler, like a mugshot.  The image was captioned with the name 'Dawn' with no other monicker.  Further pages listed more about this Dawn woman than Christy suspected Dawn knew about herself.  Medical records, personal history, blood and tissue sample results, psychoanalytic profile, and more.  The last page in her file was a waiver form, with a small, nervously scribbled signature and a large, red stamp that said

'APPROVED FOR CLINICAL TRIALS'

This was the breakthrough Christy needed: and actual human test subject.  She was shocked that anyone would voluntarily go through such a thing, perhaps the payout from the Facility was rather generous.  She fired an email to her supervisor requesting what to do with her new subject, and received an almost bemused reply informing her that the subject was essentially her property for the duration of the tests, and further warned her not to get too involved with her new test subject, but to remain objective.

Christy couldn't help but grin in anticipation as she sent a message to the cell that Dawn was in, calling her to come forward to Test Station 12...

Christy

Christy was practically shaking with excitement as she poured over the roster of applicants.  After calling up Dawn, she'd found that she had been too excited to find a second participant that matched Dawn's measurements.  Things like height, blood type, BMI, and even brainwave patterns were recorded.  Flipping through candidates, she found her match: a young woman named Bailey.  A short woman, barely taller than Dawn at a flat five feet, with a thicker figure and large breasts for her size.  She had a round freckly face and curly ginger hair.  After a quick glance that showed Bailey as having physical qualities within acceptable standards with Dawn, she called the new woman to Test Station 12....

Bailey

Bailey had had it, this was the fourth week she'd been locked in this room godknowswhere being fed godknowswhat, with no word from the outside world, or what she was even supposed to do here.  She could hear the goings on outside, but it didn't sound like a prison, this didn't seem like the kind of place you'd send a peaceful protester anyway, it seemed too...high security and clean.  She'd had to spend a few days in the holding cells with the police before after she protested unsafe dcum cleanups before, and she guessed she'd crossed the line with someone very powerful this time.  At first she was defiant, but as the weeks wore on she realized she was in deeper trouble than she first thought.  Someone wanted to keep her here, but for what?  Nobody acknowledged her anyway...

The sound of an excited woman's voice coming through the intercom in her room sounded like the blare of a half dozen freight trains, compared to the silence she'd been in since her custody.  'Bailey, we'd like you to step outside to accompany this young tech to Test Station 12, we'll explain when you get there, thanks!'  The voice was far to cheerful to mention something like 'Test Station.'  If she'd been protesting a bad spill out in the country, then ending up here...oh gods.  She had to make a break for it, but she had no idea where she was, and the burly tech opening her door was a far superior match to her physically.  She just had to wait for her chance...So she followed behind the guard down pristine white hallways to a large door with a number 12 on it.  The inside was a steel box perforated with thousands of tiny holes, and a white tile floor with several drains.  A faux window constituted one wall, set about halfway up and rising to the ceiling.  She could see a tall figure behind the foggy glass 

Christy

Christy buzzed open the other door to Test Station 12, as Dawn was also led in.  The short woman looked hesitant in her giant glasses and oversized patient gown.  Bailey looked somewhat the opposite, fidgety and high strung. 

'Hello ladies, and thank you for taking part in our study today.  My name is Christy and I'll be leading you through today's exercise.  Now, the first thing I'd like for you two do is disrobe, and place the gowns in the chutes by the doors.  Once that is done, We'll get on with the experiment proper.'

'Experiment?'  The ginger, Bailey, asked.

'Yes, we're researching brainwave activity between two newly conjoined subjects to try and determine what causes the mind-melding some transformees speak of having post conjoinment.'

Both women flinched.  Neither placed their gowns in the chute.  'Well, they melt down anyway' Christy thought as she primed the serum into the aspirators in the walls.  'Now, I'd like you two to embrace each other with one arm over the other's shoulder, like you're posing for a group photo.'

Bailey staunchly did not.  Instead she ran to the door and started pounding on it.  The doors were hermetically sealed, but she had to be right next to Dawn for this to work.  Bailey continued to throw her fit, with Christy trying to calm her down, until the red light on the door came on. 

It was opening.  One of the guards was opening the door!

Christy ran out of her sealed control room to stop this from happening, aerated dcum or not, this was in direct violation of lab safety protocol.  She reached the door to try and stop it.  As the guard opened the door, the short ginger flew with surprising speed with a punch to his groin, knocking him backward into Christy, whom the test subject then pushed into Test Chamber 12 as the door shut behind her.  It was sealed.  The tall black haired woman looked to Dawn as the blue light came on on the doors, indicating that they may not be opened any more, even by outside forces, the dcum was going to be sprayed in within seconds...

Bailey

Having seen an opportunity and freeing herself, Bailey took off down the long, twisting hallways trying to get herself out, only to stumble into an unaware scientist...[one of you guys ]

Christy

The air suddenly turned thick, as if the room were now full of pudding.  Christy could feel her clothes start to slide off of her as the serum started to take effect.  It was a strong mix, causing her and Dawn to stumble around as Dawn's gown melted off her shoulders, revealing her large breasts.  Christy could feel a tingle in her body, something crawling through her deep within that gave her this need, this need to be filled like the empty vessel she was.  'It must be the conjoinment reagent', she thought with a hazy mind.  Reacting, more than thinking, she hugged Dawn to her chest from behind, pressing the short woman to her torso as she felt the skin dividing them suddenly vanish, Dawn's body flowing into hers like water through gravel.  She could feel the heat rising from Dawn's body, her own lust brought on by the dcum.  Christy's legs began to shiver and sweat as Dawn's lower half merged into Christy's, widening her hips and thighs.  Dawn's torso seemed to melt into Christy's own, her head resting level between Christy's breasts, Dawn's large pair under their original owner's head, flanking the sides of Christy's stomach. 

'This, this isn't right, this isn't the design I had worked out.'  Christy thought wildy as she felt as if something was pulling it's way up her asscrack.  Dawn's pussy was forcing Christy's in place of their anus.  As hers slid into place, she could feel both her and Dawn's pussies, both dangerously close to orgasm.  There was another, wrenching strain in her groin and chest.  She could feel the skin knot up right above Dawn's pussy, extending forward and thickening wildly into a foot long cock, her own nipples becoming cocks as well.  One final lurch brought the pair to orgasm, as they came from their three cocks and two pussies

¿Lasex?

The red new figure feminine stands quiet in the empty cell, along the time, her naked body had suffered minor changes like her nipples changed to wetted pussies...

...Including her nose that is disappeared...

She starts to mumble something unidentified while from her nipples-pussies-mouths goes a strange pink and red cloud or smell that intoxicates all the white cell, and it goes under the door of the cell...

The feminine figure stays quiets without open her mouth, until the key of the cell is opening the door, it´s the cell guard (woman) that is confused by a thoughts that got inside of her head with the pink and red smoke..., while she mumbles something like this

They talk to me... i want to submit to Lasex... i am a slut drone... forget all my life... and surrender to the pleasure of the Hive...

The red figure called Lasex opens her hands and hugs the confused woman while more smoke hits and the guard smells that. Lasex helps to the guard to undress of her clothes, and they start to "dance"...

After a big moment, the cell guard female is half sleep while Lasex rocks her naked and red spotted body. Now the cell guard is being dominated by the Hive through Lasex and the door is opened of the cell...

Dawn

Dawn's sobs quieted as the other, the scientist comforted her.  The promise to find a way to 'fix' this was especially helpful and hopeful if vague.  The way she brushed Dawn's hair reminded her of her long gone parents.

Dawn gasped as she felt the body she was a part of move without her willing it to move.  The other woman appeared to be largely in control of the body.  But then the way the other people were looking at her, like she was a monster or an object of pity, made Dawn blush and try to hide herself.  Only for the submissive woman to realize how little control she had left.  When Dawn tried to move her hands to cover her face, she felt... something move, but it didn't feel like arms and nothing came blocking her face.  This made Dawn try harder to move.  After a few seconds Dawn understood she was causing her breasts to wiggle and that was it.  But what confused her was she could swear she felt four of them wiggle when she tried to move.