A commission for Demon-man.

It Begins…

            "Randy, how we doing out there?"  Powell asked as he stepped out of the building.  Powell was the president of the Durham's Darings, the college high powered rocketry club.  Randy was his VP and was working on outside set up for the rocket motor test fire while Powell focused on the DAQs inside.
            One of the other students looked up from where he was crouched by the side of the rocket motor.  "We've got all the connections hooked up, but some idiots came by and set a bunch of 50 gallon drums right at the edge of our test area."
            The two boys looked where a half dozen rusty drums stood about twenty feet away.  This was annoying, as the club had cleared this test fire with the school weeks ago.  "Do we have any idea what's in the barrels?"
            Randy shrugged.  "Sand, according to the few that still had labels.  Maybe they were worried about something shooting out the back of the motor?"
            "That happened exactly once, when I was a freshman.  And that was because the machinist goofed and made the holes half as big as they were supposed to be.  Which I know isn't the case this time, as I measured everything personally.  Besides, what are we going to hit?  It's an open field down there. The closest thing in that direction is a cow pen a football field away."
            "You know how school administrators get.  They're so paranoid I'm surprised they even let us do a test like this."
            A boy studying a check-off snorted.  "All it takes is feeding them enough paperwork.  A small tree's worth, in this case."
            "And that's why you're club secretary Oliver."
            "If you boys are done, I just finished checking the last connector."  Leah said.  She was the only woman in DD, a geek just like all the others.  Leah was short and solid, her frizzy black hair running just past her shoulders.  "It's freezing out here, let's head inside."
            "It's this damned breeze that kicked up.  I feel sorry for whoever pulls the short straw and gets stuck outside on safety duty."
            After another twenty minutes of checks inside, the members of DD were ready to fire.  Peter and Evan drew the short straws and had to stand outside in the breeze, which had picked up even more than before.
            "We are still in California right?"  Powell asked after coming back into the bunker.  "I feel like I'm back in Kansas with a tornado on the way."
            "Then we better get this started."  Edward said from his seat at the control panel.  The club’s resident electronics master, he had personally rewired most of the systems they would be using.
            They went through the procedures one by one until Oliver said, "We're now ready to fire.  Hit it Leah."
            The club watched through the camera feeds as a burst of red flames shot from the end of the motor.  "Igniter looks good, pumping in the nitrous…"
            The red fire shrunk and sharpened, turning into a perfect mach diamond.  Then it sputtered, the flame shooting back longer before dying completely.  "What the hell was that?"  Powell asked.
            "Something's wrong."  Edward called from his seat.  "I'm getting spiking pleasures in the lines.  We need to abort…."
            But it was too late.  The overpressure in the casing was too much and it blew it's top right off.  The chunk of metal ricocheted off the frame and into the regulator sticking out the top of the nitrous tank at the base of the frame.  There was a collective held breath that this was be the worst of it, then the regulator broke, allowing the pressurized nitrous gas inside the man sized tank to escape.  It shot across the ground like a torpedo and smashed into the sand drums, knocking them everywhere like bowling pins.
            Everyone in the bunker was talking excitedly but Powell shushed them.  "Peter, Evan,"  Powell said into the radio.  "Keep everyone back.  We've had an accident."  He clicked off the radio and turned to Edward. "Is everything possible off?"
            The boy nodded. "Everything I still have control over."
            "I don't see any fire but I'm going out to investigate."  Still wearing his eye and ear protection, Powell stepped out of the bunker and toward the destroyed remains of their rocket motor.  With each step he thought how much of a hassle this was going to be.  Oliver would spend the next quarter complaining about all the extra paperwork he was going to have to do.  Then there was the cost of replacement parts.  Even using club labor he doubted they could do another fire until after the break, and that was assuming he could finagle the funds.
            After checking the site for problems, Powell gave the all clear and the rest of the club joined him.
            "Damn, this sucks.  It's going to take us months to fix this."  Randy said, his mind in the same place as Powell's.
            "Not to mention the cost."  said Wilson, the club treasurer.
            "At least no one was hurt." Leah noted.
            "Tell that to the barrels."  Oliver grinned.  "Lucky we pointed a camera that way.  I bet we can make some serious dough by selling the video online."
            "We're trying to make this a professional club.  Selling our mistakes online isn't a good way to achieve that."
            "Fine Powell, it was just an idea.  Sheesh."
            "At least it's only sand."  Edward said as he walked over to examine the barrels.  "Can you image if there was something dangerous in there?"
            "We still have a hell of a mess to clean up."  Powell said as he watched the strong breeze blow the sand particles past them and toward the main campus.  Come on everybody, let's go grab some shovels from the machine shop and get this cleaned up before a staff member notices."
            The club members moved as a group toward the old aircraft hanger that doubled as the college machine shop.  All but one.
            "Edward, you coming?"  Powell asked.  When the boy still didn't move Powell walked back over to him.  "Edward?"
            Edward slowly turned to face him, a look of terror in his eyes.  "I don't…feel so good Powell."
            It was Powell's turn to experience terror as he saw Edward's front was covered in what he thought was sand.  But it couldn't be sand.  Not with the way it was cutting his shirt to ribbons.  Then without warning Edward lunged at Powell and started tearing at his clothes.
            Club members coming back with shovels saw what they fought was a fight.  Oliver, Randy, and Wilson dropped their shovels and rushed over, trying to pull the two apart.  Powell tried to tell them to run, to scream at them to stay away, but it was too late.
            The hands that grabbed him and Edward suddenly found they couldn't pull away.  The clothing on all five boys shredded to nothing as their bodies collapsed into giant ball of undulating flesh.
            Evan was the first one to notice something was wrong and grabbed Peter by arm to stop him joining the fray.  Unluckily for him the "sand" had gotten on them too and when he tried to release Peter's arm Evan discovered his fingers were stuck fast.  Peter had just enough time to let out a scream as his arm was sucked onto Evan's before his shortened limb brought his head into contact with Evan's torso.  The flesh warped and engulfed Peter's face, moments before the skin on the back of his torso absorbed Evan's.  The two fell over as their bodies grew in on themselves, the rest of their clothes shredding away.  In less than a minute all that was left was their lower torsos,  conjoined at stomach level and pointing in opposite directions.  Instead of feet, each limb ended in a circular pad with short, fat fingers spaced out at even intervals.  Beneath each plumped pair of ass cheeks hung a similarly enlarged cock and balls.  The creature's new testicles were the size of apples as they swung in their sacs and the dicks were long and thick enough they could touch beneath the beast’s body.  With the conjoinment finished, the creature that used to be Evan and Peter rolled around on the ground, trying to get used to its new body.
            Meanwhile the jumble of flesh that used to be the five other boys started to reform into a single, huge body.  It was roughly humanoid, though it possessed four arms that ended in four tentacles instead of hands.  At best guess it was now female, judging by the impossibly large vagina stretching across it's pregnant belly and the watermelon sized, anus tipped breasts on its chest.  The head was no clue, it looked like a giant dick with a fist sized eyeball instead of a slit.  The amalgamation craned its neck down to study its new body, holding up a hand and watching the tentacles at the end writhe.  It took a clumsy step with legs that ended in cloven hooves, the five minds controlling it still merging into one.
            Leah, the last unchanged member of DD, looked up at the monstrosity that had once been her friends and let out a scream.  She turned and ran, only making it five feet before tripping on a pothole and falling face first into the grass and small plants beside the test area.  Leah desperately tried to pull herself free, but the dust had already gone to work on her.  Her hair started digging its way into the soil, anchoring her like roots.  Leah lost control of her hands as they also dug into the soil without her command, further immobilizing her.  Leah's screams cut off has her head deformed, her features melting away as the mass of her head slid down to thickening the tendril roots that had once been her hair.  Above this Leah's body was thickening, becoming more tubular, while her legs were shortening and shrinking down into the ball that was growing at her crotch.
            Within a minute, Leah was gone and a strange sex plant was left in her place.  The trunk looked like a giant dick a foot in diameter and three feet tall, with several smaller dicks running up the sides in random patterns.  Instead of a glans at the top of the trunk, there was a ball of flesh three feet in diameter.  Spaced at even intervals were the remains of Leah's three holes.  Her pussy, anus, and mouth had enlarged to ridiculous proportions, perfectly exposed and ready for something to impale them.  Long skinny tentacles waved in the air between them, occasionally rubbing at the boundaries of the holes.
            The amalgamation looked at the newly transformed woman with dispassion.  The woman was already transformed, so it could do nothing more for her.  A thought passed through the creature's mind, it need a name.  It was no longer the five boys who had created it, merely a distillation on their memories and emotions.  In tribute, the creature decided to name itself POWER, taking the first letter of the names of the boys who had made it.
            With that decided, POWER had to figure out what it wanted to do next.  A flash of movement caused it to look up and POWER's huge eye focusing on the two humans before it.  They must have been in the machine shop and come out to find the cause of the loud noises.  They were just perfect for transformation.
            Dozens of long, skinny tentacles burst from the vagina on POWER's belly and shot toward the pair.  The male was lucky, he managed to dodge out of the way.  The woman was less swift and ended up with several tentacles entangled around her limbs.  She let out a cry of horror as the tentacles retracted, pulling her into POWER's cavernous, transformative womb.  POWER could feel her movements still as the juices flowing through its vagina went to work, slowly changing her body.  POWER wasn't sure what would come out, but it was hoping for something phallic it could use to play with its new hole.
            The surviving male looked horrified at what had happened to his companion and ran away as fast as possible.  A pity.  Power would have to track him down later.  Right now it was satisfied with the woman gestating in its womb and the double ended creature that was now slowly getting to its feet.  POWER dug through the memories of her constituents, trying to remember the names of the two boys that now composed it.  That was it, Peter Elliot and Evan Travers.  Put them together and you got PET.  Perfect.
            "Come along PET."  POWER commanded, the words coming from the sphincters on its breasts.  "I wish to see how others are experiencing the effects."  It strode off down the hill toward campus, the double ended PET following unsteadily behind.
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The Ranch Queens

            “Special delivery.”  Peggy said as she carried her basket full of eggs into the barn.  Her girlfriend, Erin, was disconnecting a jug from the milking machine.  Both women were ag majors at Durham college and proud members of the Ranch Queens, which is why they were out tending to the college’s animals bright and early on a Sunday.
            “You or the basket?”  Erin asked as she stood and kissed Peggy.
            “Why not both?”  Peggy chuckled.
            There was a loud explosion sound from outside, cutting off the rest of their banter.  Both woman rushed outside, still lugging their cargos.  Several other members of the Ranch Queens were standing outside, staring off toward the hanger a hundred yards away.  “What was that?” Peggy asked.
            “Some sort of explosion.”  another member of the club replied.
            “Thanks for stating the obvious Kendra, we were hoping for a few more details.”
“We sent Johanna and Annie to investigate, but they haven’t come back yet.  Wait a sec, there they are.”
            Both women were sprinting the rest of the Ranch Queens at breakneck speed.  Whatever they had seen, they wanted to get away as soon as possible.  The one in front, Johanna, tripped on the uneven ground and fell face first into the dirt.  Unable to stop her momentum, Annie fell right on top of her.  As both women tried to regain their feet they let out cries of distress.  The other members of the club rushed forward to help, but stopped as they saw what was happening.
            The clothes on both women were disappearing into thin air.  Annie’s face seemed to be stuck to the skin above Joanne’s butt and as the other Ranch Queens watched her face was pulled fully into Johanna’s ass, cutting off the poor woman’s screams.  Johanna’s screams only lasted a few second longer as her upper torso started to collapse into her hips.  Moments later her upper body was gone, replaced by a large fleshy cunt growing out above her hips.  In back Annie’s arms slid down her body toward her crotch.  They entwined and merged together, forming into an impressive equine cock.  Annie’s large breasts moved downward as well, becoming the new creature’s balls.
            The merge finished with the rest of the Ranch Queens staring at a strange, sexual horse creature.  Its skin was two tone, mixing Johanna’s chocolaty browns with splotches of Annie’s light tan.  A thick circular mane grew around the creature’s vagina head, the same thick dark curls Johanna used to sport.  Meanwhile in back the creature’s tail was the light brown of Annie’s hair.  In the middle of the creature’s horizontal torso was a saddle like arrangement, with twin phalluses sticking up.  A pair of tentacles draped down the sides, tipped with plump lipped spheres that acted like stirrups.
            Claudia, the club president, took a few cautious steps toward the creature.  “Annie?  Johanna?  Can you understand me?”
            The horse creature could apparently understand enough as it bolted right at Claudia. The Ranch Queens’ president threw herself to the ground to get out of the way, only to have the creature run right over her.  Claudia let out a pitiful wail as she was picked up and carried along as the horse thing that used to be Johanna and Annie ran on.  The creature’s dick stuck fast to her lower back and before the creature ran out of sight the other women could see Claudia’s body had been reduced to the conjoined body’s oversized dick and balls.
            “I don’t know what happened, but I’m getting out of here.” Erin cried in alarm.  She turned around to run and slammed into Rose, who was standing right behind her.  This caused the jug Erin was carrying to splash all over Rose, drenching her in fresh milk.  Erin tried to compensate and step back, but she bumped into Peggy.  The two fell in a heap, covered in milk and broken eggs.
            Erin tried to regain her feet but she could already feel her entire body tingling.  She looked down in horror to see her clothes melting away, leaving the milk and eggs to soak right into her skin.  Even the hard shell pieces slipped right into her as if they were illusionary. But then Erin’s stomach rumbled painfully and she knew she changing just like the others.  Erin tried to push it back in, but her stomach bulged out like a pregnant woman’s.  Her breasts grew larger at the same time, turning into foot diameter teardrop shaped orbs.  Erin held one up to her face to study the changes as the nipple melted away while the areola tripled in size.  There was a painful pinching feeling at four points as little fingers of flesh grew out of the breast.  The teats expanded to be the same size of the digits on her hand and, as Erin discovered as she touched one, incredibly sensitive.  Maybe becoming a cow creature would be a small price to pay is she had those buttons of pure pleasure.
            But as Erin tried to fondle her teats again, she realized her arms were shrinking.  They dwindled away to little nubs while feathers grew in to cover the exposed flesh.  As a several year member of the Ranch Queens, she recognized what they were.  Chicken wings.  Oh god, she was turning into a chicken as well as a cow.
            This was confirmed as Erin’s legs started to change.  Her foot split apart, leaving her with two long phallic toes in front and one in back.  Her legs took on a scaly look Erin had seen on birds before.  The scales reached almost all the way up to her crotch, where Erin could feel something else stirring.  At first it looked like her clit was simply swelling in shameful arousal, but after a few more moments it was clear her clit was taking on the form of a dick.  It grew to be a foot long and several inches thick before Erin felt another pressure growing inside her.  She gave a push and watched as first one and then a second fist sized testicles fell from her vagina, which sealed after their passage.
            The pressure grew again, this time in her enlarged stomach.  Erin gave another long, hard push and felt something big slowly side its way through her body.  She closed her eyes, trying to focus on expelling it, as the last of the transformation burned through her body.  Erin felt her ass grow wide and then the pressure released as something fell to the floor.  Erin opened her eyes and hopped around to see a fat egg sitting on the ground, almost as big as her head.  Had something that big come from her body?  Then she noticed another change.  Her mouth and nose had been consumed by a large chicken’s beak.
            “At least…it’s over.”  Erin said, her voice coming out several octaves higher.
            “Erin?”  A voice squawked behind her.
            Erin turned to see an identical creature standing beside her, the only difference was Peggy’s short black hair flowing down from the creature’s head.  “Peggy?”
            “It’s me.  I must look like such a freak.”
            “No more so than me.”  Unbidden, Erin could feel the unfamiliar organ at her crotch start to rise.  No matter what she looked like, Peggy was still her girlfriend.  A naked girlfriend standing next to her was guaranteed to bring out a response.
            “Erin, what happened to us?”  Peggy asked, not noticing the effect she was having on Erin.
            “I don’t know, but I find you just as irresistible as before.”  Erin waddled over and rubbed her beak on Peggy’s cheek.  Then she dropped her head lower, nuzzling one of Peggy’s fat breasts.
            “Erin, we shouldn’t…”  Peggy started, to have her words drowned out by a moan.
            “Why not?  We appear to be a pair of animals now and no-one cares if animals play with each other in public.  Besides, can you honestly tell me your new dick isn’t dripping at the thought of getting buried in my cute little ass?” Erin turned around and shook her butt invitingly in her girlfriend’s direction.  The little cow’s tail she had grown bobbed cutely.
            A second later there  was a renewed feeling of pressure as Peggy sunk herself deep into Erin’s ass.  The pair continued to fuck with animalistic abandon, taking turns sticking their dicks into each other, before they collapsed in a heap, utterly spent.
            “It looks like you two enjoyed your change.” came a voice from nearby.
            Erin rolled over to see they weren’t alone.  A giant pink udder nearly three feet across sat there, a woman’s face poking out the side.  “Rose?”
            “Yep.  Or at least the new, immobile version of me.  Can one of you roll me over to a milking machine?  The pressure’s starting to get unbearable.”
            It turned out both Peggy and Erin hand shrunk during their changes, leaving them little bigger than Rose. As such it took both of them to get her back to the barn.  As they went the trio wondered about others who had changed.
            “Who knows,” Peggy mused, “if there are enough people like us maybe we could start our own farm.”

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Dog Day Morning

            Michelle and Felix were walking down the hill toward their next class.  The pair was holding hands, having only started dating a few weeks before.  “Do you think old Professor Higgins is going to give us yet another pop quiz?”  Michelle asked.
            “I doubt it, he gave us one just last week and even he isn’t cruel enough to do them back to back.”
            There was a loud boom sound off in the distance and they both turned to try and see where it came from.  “What the hell was that?” Felix asked.
            “I don’t know, it sounded like it came from the hanger.  Stupid crazy engineers.”
            Michelle kissed him on the cheek.  “I guess that’s one good thing about dating a business major, I never have to worry about one of your projects exploding.”
            The breeze picked up and Michelle felt like she was being pelted by tiny rocks.  “Ow, what was that, shrapnel?”
            “Can’t be, with how far away we are.”
            Before Michelle could ask anything else there was a yell of “Satchmo, get back here!”
            A woman was running in her direction, chasing after a large black and white furred dog.  By the leash bouncing on the ground behind him, the dog had broken free while his owner was distracted by the explosion.  Satchmo dove right for the gap between Michelle’s legs, seeking to escape his owner.  Trying to get out of the way Michelle twisted and fell, falling the dog’s back with her face right above his tail.
            Instantly Michelle was hit with a strange sensation.  It was like Satchmo was coated into glue and she was stuck fast.  Michelle tried to lever herself off the dog, only to find she was pulling Satchmo with her.  The dog whined in confusion, unable to understand what was happening.  Michelle wasn’t much better.  “Felix, help me please!”  she begged, her eyes full of sadness and terror.
            Felix was just as in the dark as his girlfriend.  He took a step back as Michelle’s clothes started to dissolve and her body shrank away.  Unfortunately, his step backed him into Sherry, the woman running up after her dog.  Sherry bounced off him, then shrieked as she noticed her crotch was firmly attached to Felix’s ass.
            Felix tried to turn around to see what was happening, but with his bigger size he was just dragging around the woman behind him.  This lasted only a few seconds, as his clothes shredded away and his limbs started shrinking.  Both Felix and Sherry started screaming as the changes ran through their shared body.  Felix’s limbs shrank away, only to re-appear as four arms growing out above Sherry’s ass.  Felix’s body rounded and shrunk into an oversized familiar form, while on Sherry’s chests her breasts grew to the size of soccer balls.  After reaching full size they started to wrinkle, demonstrating their new purpose as testicles to feed the giant dick Felix had become.
            While this was happening, Michelle continued to meld into Satchmo.  The woman tried to scream as her face was pulled toward the dog’s ass.  Meanwhile, Satchmo let out a howl as Michelle’s crotch covered his head.  The flesh merged together, leaving Michelle as two eyes growing out of Satchmo’s ass.  All her other facial features were gone, though the woman thought she could feel her mouth.  On the other end Satchmo’s head grew into a giant pair of ass cheeks.  Like Michelle, his eyes grew in on each cheek.  What used to be the woman’s anus stretched wide as a fat dick muzzle grew out.  The bottom contained the stretched remains of Michelle’s pussy, the creature’s new mouth.  The dog’s fur fell out, only to be replaced with a red coat the color of Michelle’s hair.
            The conjointment finished and Satchmo took a few unsteady steps.  The conjoined creature still had the legs of a dog, as well as an impossibly large canine package swinging between his hind legs.  Satchmo sniffed the ground with his new nose, finding it just as sensitive as his old one. There was an uncomfortable fullness in his bowels and he walked over to the grass to relieve it.
            Meanwhile Michelle was screaming inside her new prison.  She had no control over their shared body and seemed to lack all senses apart of sight.  Then the dog she had merged with crouched down, poking her face into the grass, and Michelle discovered she had one other sense left.  She could taste the shit flowing out of her mouth, realizing it had replaced Satchmo’s anus.  She cried invisible tears as she realized just how trapped and helpless she was.
            “Satchmo?”  Sherry asked hesitantly.  She was still trying to wrap her mind around the fact she now possessed a huge penis and four semi-autonomous tails shaped like arms.  Sherry couldn’t feel anything from the guy she had merged with.  Sherry didn’t know which was worse, that he had ceased to exist, or he was still trapped inside her dick, feeling everything but unable to interact with the world?  She hadn’t even had a chance to ask the man his name.  By the way Satchmo was bounding around her legs, the woman was just as much a silent passenger.
            Sherry knelt down and rugged Satchmo’s furry ass face.  All thoughts of class forgotten, Sherry said, “Let’s go home boy.”
            Sherry wasn’t sure what she was going to do about her strange new form, but one idea came to mind.  The breeze blowing over her naked body was sending all sorts of wonderful sensations to her brain via her dick.  Sherry couldn’t wait until she was somewhere private to test it out.  She might even invite Satchmo to join in.  He might be a dog, but there was a woman in there somewhere with him.  It was the least she could to do allow her to spend some time with her boyfriend again.

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Be Careful Who You Cheat On

             Sandra and Kent were in the middle of passionate lovemaking on the couch when the door to the on campus apartment burst open.  "I knew it.  I knew you were cheating on me."  Dana screamed at Kent.
            "Please honey, this isn't what it looks like."  Kent pleaded pitifully.
            "Isn't what it looks like?  Isn't what it looks like!  You mean this isn't you screwing one of our friends.  Let me get a little light in here, maybe that will show a different story."  Dana walked over to the closed curtains, yanking them wide.  She pulled open the door to the apartment's small balcony as well. "Perhaps a bit of fresh air will help blow away the smell of skank.  I thought I knew you better than this Sandra."
            Sandra stuck out her tongue rudely, "If you can't keep your boyfriend satisfied, it's not my fault he came crawling to me.  The boys all know I'll give them satisfaction.  I've got the best dark treasures around."  She pointed at her dark skinned breasts and pussy.
            "Yes, you do seem to be practicing a lot for that porn studio I know you want to set up after graduation.  It's a good thing your parents are paying for your business and art degrees.  You can do the licensing, directing, and fucking yourself.  You'll be a one woman whorehouse."
            "Watch who you're calling a whore."  Sandra yelled.
            "Sandra, you're a no good, two faced, boyfriend stealing, whore!  If you don't like it, why don't you come over here and do something about it?"
            The naked woman bounded off the couch and straight at Dana.  Sandra tackled the other woman around the crotch and they fell in a heap.  When Sandra tried to release her grip to punch at Dana, she was horrified to find her arms were stuck to the other woman's skin.
            "What did you do?"  Sandra cried.
            "What do you mean what did I do?  You're the one who fucked my boyfriend then tackled me."  But then Dana realized what Sandra was talking about.  The other woman's arms were melting into her stomach while the clothing around it dissolved away. "What's happening?"
            "I don't know.  Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop!"  Sandra fell silent abruptly.  Dana's vagina had grown wide and the shortening of Sandra's arms had pulled the woman's head inside it.  Dana was hit with the feeling of incredible fullness, which faded as her lips fused around Sandra's neck.
            Sandra meanwhile was dealing with a complete loss of most of her senses.  This wasn't like wearing a blindfold or the time she had worn ear protection when a her boyfriend took her to the shooting range.  It was total loss of sense.  She could see nothing, hear nothing, smell nothing, and obviously taste nothing.  Sandra could still feel though, and she could feel her body changing, shifting in impossible and unknowable ways.
            Dana watched as Sandra's arms and legs shrank away and her body became more tubular.  Sandra's pussy and anus flowed together into a single hole while her butt cheeks puffed up.  At the same time some of Sandra's darker color migrated up Dana's chest toward her breasts.  The excess mass flowed over them, growing Dana's breasts by several cup sizes.
            When it was over, Dana was left with a three foot long, chocolate covered dick sticking from her crotch instead of a pussy.  The glans was a bit strange, it was bifurcated like an ass instead of the typical rounded glans, but still had a slit at the tip.  Dana ran a hand up it in wonder, shuddering at the new sensations her dick produced.  At the same time Sandra's mind was trapped inside, her first new sensation of touch driving spikes of pleasure through her system.  As Dana took a step she could feel a gentle sloshing in the orbs on her chest and had a realization.  She no longer had breasts, she had testicles growing out of her chest.  As her pussy was now replaced with Sandra's phallusized body, did that technically make her male now?
            "What…what did you do to Sandra?"  Dana looked up to see that Kent had fallen out of bed while backing away from her in alarm.  As Dana took a step forward he yelled, "Get away from me you freak."
            Kent scrambled backward and attempted to regain his feet.  Unfortunately, he slipped on the floor rug and fell headfirst into the glass tank by the front door.  The one that contained his roommate's tarantula.
            At first Dana thought Kent was recoiling because he had cut his face on the glass.  Then she saw the spider stuck to Kent's hand, slowly melting into his skin and realized what was going on.  Whatever had merged Sandra into her was doing the same for Kent and the spider.  As the spider disappeared Kent started mewling pitifully as his body began its transformation.
            It started with Kent's arms and legs shrinking.  At the same time they rounded and split in two, leaving the man with eight finger looking limbs around a foot long.  Kent's torso shrunk as well, becoming more egg shaped, as his new limbs spread down the sides.  Contrary to the rest of his body, Kent's head grew into a oval slightly bigger than his torso.  His hair fell off and his features wiped away, leaving only his enlarged mouth behind.  His lips plumped up to duckface levels and took on an orangish tint.  This contrasted nicely with the dark brown that was spreading over the rest of his pale skin, darker even than the girl he was sleeping with not long before.
            The transformation ended with eight eyes growing in on what had formerly been Kent's ass, a line of four down each cheek.  He looked at the now much bigger world around him in shock, trying to figure out what had happened.  When Dana came over Kent tried to skitter away, but wasn't used to his new limbs yet.  This allowed Dana to pick up the much smaller Kent and carry him to the bathroom.
            The newly spiderized man's heart sank as he stared at his reflection.  There was no sign of his original body, nothing to show he hadn't always been like this.  He wanted to yell, to scream at his predicament, but his new form was incapable of uttering a sound.
            Dana leaned in until her head was right over Kent's new ass face.  "I don't know why we changed like this, but I look at it as a gift.  I still love you, even if you cheated on me.  This way you get both me and Sandra. " Dana ran a hand lovingly down her long dick.  "Only this time, I'll be the one sticking it to you.  I hope both of your new holes are flexible."
            Kent looked even more miserably at his reflection as Dana carried him back toward the bedroom, knowing he was doomed to an existence as her sexual plaything.

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An Ominous Conclusion

            Several days later, a fully suited figure crept across campus in the dead of night.  The entire place had been evacuated and quarantined until the cause of the changes could be determined, so the figure wasn’t expecting to run into anyone.  They were all too busy getting subjected to a variety of government tests.
            The figure stopped by the barrels that started the whole misadventure, studying the source of the mayhem.  It pulled a small flashlight out of a pocket of its suit and played the thin beam along the ground.  It knew what to look for and minutes later pulled a labeled chunk of metal from the debris.  The biggest warning at the top, amazingly still intact, read: Warning: Experimental merging nanites.  Ensure all proper laboratory procedures are followed before opening drum.
            The figure smirked as it pocketed the warning.  In this case the proper procedures had definitely not been followed.  All this chaos was with only one drum.  Imagine what could be done with dozens the figure had stored away.  And in a more densely populated area…that thought sent tingles of perverse arousal through the figures body.  This was most certainly just the beginning.