This story was written as I was trying to come up with ideas for new dakini worms for Demon-man (see http://legendsofbelial.no-ip.info/viewt … 5686#p5686 for more details).  It's a bit different than my other stores, told in the first person present for a change.  I was going for a bit of (dark) humor, so the spokesman's views are not my own.  And without further ado, I present the latest offerings from Crimson Moon Alchemy Labs.

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            Hi everyone.  Rex Luther here, spokesman for from Crimson Moon Alchemy Labs, your number one source for your most deviant alchemical needs.  I'm here to demonstrate some of this month's product catalogue, with a focus on several new species of dakini worms our research alchemists are ready to release into the wild.   Figuratively, not literally, that would be irresponsible. But first, here's the fine print, in large bold letters so you can't miss it.  These products are dakini worms.  Allowing one into any orifice of your body will result in bizarre changes and more than likely a complete loss of control.  They are tools of the cruel, the stupid, or the extremely perverted and should not be used by children or people taking certain medications.  And with the legalese out of the way, on to CM's new models.
            First up is the CM-DW-34.  That's a bit of a mouthful, so marketing calls it the Reversal worm.  If you've ever wanted to reverse how the world sees you and vice versa, this is the worm for you.  Carol here is one such person, aren't you Carol?  For those of you without eyes, joining me onstage is our volunteer for this project, Carol.  According to the card I've pulled from one of my snazzy sleeves, she's a 24 year old barista who recently broke up with her boyfriend.  Giving yourself up to a worm over a little case of a broken heart is a bit much in my book, but she was insistent enough about it to get past legal, so here we go.
            A CM trained worm application specialist is coming onstage, with Carol's soon to be controller in a glass tube.  Wave at it Carol, for you won't be seeing it like that for long.  Soon you might wish it stayed in the tube.
            Under the direction of the…you know, his title is way too long so I'm just going to call him Bob.  I'm pretty sure those letters show up in his name somewhere.  Anyway Bob is directing Carol to strip.  The body she reveals is pretty ordinary, short mousy brown hair, a bit chunky.  Not ugly but not pretty either.  Forgettable, that's the word I'm looking for.  No wonder her boyfriend left her.
            Carlo's bending over now, presenting her butt to Bob.  Unlike many other worms we offer, the Reversal worm is very particular about which hole it likes to use.  It's an ass man…worm.  There it goes, sliding its way out of the jar and in between Carol's cheeks.  The look on her face say she might be regretting this decision after all but it's far too late for that.  The worm is prying her cheeks apart and burrowing in.  And it's going, going, gone, deep into Carol's colon.
            She must be able to feel it wriggling its way around in there, for Carol's hands are massaging up and down her stomach.  Try not to think about what's happening internally Carol, picture instead the happy little sex pet you're about to be a part of.  That's a much happier thought.
            And now the first of the external changes are occurring.  Carol falls to her hands and knees, the skin on all four limbs writhing like a sac full of Sutonian Whores.  Carol's arm thicken, bulging out with ropey muscle.  Her hands double in size, fingers binding together.  Carol's legs thicken as well, though not to the same extend.  Her toes lengthen while the rest of her feet shrink by half.
            By this point it's pretty obvious to those watching what's happening.  Carol's arms are becoming her new legs and vice versa.  Only in this case, her limbs are on backward.  For those of you who replaced your eyeballs with extra pussies, Carol's feet face toward the back of her head and her arms curl around toward her butt.
            Now the creature's rising up off the ground and it's pretty obvious that Carol is no longer in control.  Partly because of the horrified look on her face, and partly because her head is currently toward the floor.  It's a good thing her hair is so short, otherwise it would touch the stage.  As it is now her head looks like a partly shaved tail.
            It seems the dakini work isn't done with Carol's body.  Her torso is thickening out with a carpet of muscle to match her arms and legs.  Meanwhile, on her lower backside Carol's breasts are starting to sag.  They keep going lower and lower, the skin around them sliding looser until they appear to be…no, until they become a huge pair of balls.  I hope Carol likes looking at them, because they're covering her face right now.  Also, can anyone say overwhelming nut stank?  They're bobbing back and forth as I watch, Carol must be trying to push them out of the way with her nose.  Unluckily for her, it doesn't seem to have much effect.
            Carol's state of semi-permanent teabag is preventing her from seeing the next part of her change.  Before her skin tone was comparable to the paper that sits in my printer at home.  Now, she's heading toward something akin to the coffee she used to serve.  It's fascinating to watch, as if a thousand tiny pixy painters are attacking her with a multitude of tiny brushes.  The change appears to be affecting Carol's hair as well.  Brown is shifting to black and tight curls are pulling it protectively around her head.  Maybe not just around her head.  Hair is sprouting all over Carol's body, covering it in tangles of curls.  It seems especially dense around her pits and crotch.  There’s probably enough there to weave me a shirt if they shaved her bald, not that I would ever wear it.  Can you image how bad it would itch?
            And there's the worm, signaling the end of the change.  Poking out from between Carol's former butt cheeks, the eye tipped glans in on the end of a tube about a foot long.  Perfect for views in any direction.  Though one direction in particular seems to have caught its fancy.  Bob is standing over on the side of the stage, glistening dildo in hand.  I'm not sure where the dakini worm wants Bob to put it, but Carol probably won't enjoy it.  Let's give our volunteer a cheery send off into her new life as a living sex toy.
            Polite clapping
            And now you see why we call it the Reverser worm.  Up is down, front is back.  Ethnicity spins to something different.  And of course, gender crosses the line as well.  That spawn is probably strong enough to carry me around like an oversized trophy and those balls that used to be her breasts are fully functional.  I'm sure Carol is going to love that discovery.  And because I know you all are thinking it, Reversal worms can be used on males as well.  We don't have one here today for demonstration purposes, mostly due to the fact it's hard to find volunteers and we have to ration them out.  As you can probably guess, if females end up as muscle bound hunks then males get feminized.  All their body hair falls out, their limbs end up smooth and toned, and their balls swell and fall down to become beasts.  If you want to see this process in action, then go to our website at www.crimsonmoonal.com and click on the demonstrations buttons.  Just be careful clicking on the terms of service, or you might end up on stage as a volunteer.  Speaking of which, it's time for our second demonstration.  Please welcome out Rosie.
            Polite clapping
            Rosie here is going to help us demonstrate our next product, CM-DM-65, affectionately known as the Primer worm.  What makes this worm special is it doesn't fuse with its first host.  Instead it spends some time inside, doing its little worm things, soaking up some of the hosts essence, before exiting like a thief in the night.  Only it’s a piece of soul instead of the family silver.  Once the worm has done this, it is considered primed.  Hence the name.  Right now we have only been able to prime these worms on animals, but our human priming section says they expect to have positive results in the next three months.  Right after that solve that premature combustion problem.  But you don't want to hear about that, you want to know what makes this worm special.
            The unique thing about the Primer worm is that it incorporates aspects of the priming animal into the final changes.  If it primed on a wolf, the spawn might end up with a super soft fur coat.  If it imprinted on a cat, it might have extra breasts and a great climbing ability.  If it imprints on an elephant…well, you get the idea.  But damn, the ass on that spawn lasted for days.
            Ahem, here comes Bob with a cart full of worms.  Rosie, our volunteer…there you are, don't run away on me now…will have her choice of a dozen primed worms.  Unfortunately, she doesn't know what they've been primed with, so it's like playing a game of Grave-Town roulette.  To make matters worse, they all look identical until used.  And here we go, looks like she's picked number 5.  Hmm, a quick peek at my cheat card and…oh, this will be interesting.  I'd go into more detail but, you know, spoilers.
            Bob's giving Rosie a choice of insertion hole and she's getting on her hands and…I can't really call it knees when she's still on her feet.  Right now her body is contorted like an arch, or the dick of that hermaphroditic newscaster I dated last week.  Hi Laney!  Ahem, as she's in the perfect position I might as well describe Rosie's body before it radically changes.  According to her card she's 21, a farm girl who came to the big city for college and a taste of something different.  She'll certainly get that today.
            Like the stereotype, Rosie is no wilting specimen of femininity.  Her frame is solid, not with fat but with muscle.  Rosie's skin is deeply tanned from years outdoors, while her hair is a dirty blonde ponytail.  From what I can see that color is all natural, the carpet matching the drapes.  Rosie apparently doesn't believe in razors, as her body has more hair than mine.  Ok, maybe as an immaculately saloned spokesperson I'm a bit slanted from the norm, but my point still stands.
            Bob takes Rosie's chosen worm out of its tube and is holding it against the woman's vagina.  Her front is toward the floor, so he's having to reach underneath.  There's some squirming and…there it goes.  Rosie's letting out some low moans now, whatever's happening inside must be pretty pleasurable.  A big plus, if you're considering this kind of transformation.
            And here come the external changes.  Much like Carol, the limbs are the first to change.  There went Rosie's hands and feet, sucked away into their respective limbs.  Said limbs are rounding out and…ladies, gentlemen, and those who no longer fit into either category we have genitalia.  All four of Rosie's limbs have transformed into giant cocks.  They don't look human, with those flattened tips they look more equine.  Although, they are stretching out into points, so perhaps that's not a set in stone indication of what Rosie is about to become.  Said tips are hardening and turning black as they angle outward.  They're becoming hooves, perhaps?  Meanwhile Rosie's limbs have completed their transformation and are bending in ways that prove they no longer have any bones.  Also, with the fat veins growing in on the sides where's little doubt what they've become.
            Oh look, Rosie's breasts are on the move now.  They're mitosize..mitosisi…splitting in two.  Rosie was pretty flat at start, but all four of her breasts seem to be plumping up as they reach their destinations.  Each is situated at the inner base of one of Rosie's cock limbs.  The closest one seems to be squeezing in the middle, are they going to split again?  Never mind, false alarm.  At least, partly.  The beast now looks like two spheres stuck together inside a layer of skin.  As the skin sags down, they now appear to be testicles to arm Rosie's four mighty cannons.
            With her limbs finished, it seem the worm is moving on to Rosie's torso.  Her stomach is swelling like someone shoved a hose down her throat and opened the flow.  She's at muffin top…slightly pregnant….very pregnant….smuggling small animals…and she's still going.  Rosie's belly has grown out into a huge sphere that takes up most of the space between her curving legs.  If they were a foot shorter, she'd be dragging it on the floor.  The skin of her belly is rapidly pinkening and I can see fat veins curling in intricate patterns.
            It looks like Rosie's belly button popped out, for I can see the little bump underneath.  Hang on, there are four bumps, each one sliding in a different direction.  And now they're no longer bumps.  Each one is growing longer and thicker with each passing second.  From medicine cup to thumbs and finally to dicks.  Just ordinary sized ones, like you or…well not me would have.  Each one is a dark purple and long enough they'll drag on the ground if it's not level.
            I guess that pretty much spoils what the animal that primed Rosie's worm was.  In a way I think it was fate she chose that one, for what if a more fitting fate for a farmgirl than to become a cow spawn?
            The worm seems to agree with me, for it's going after Rosie's face next.  Her hair is falling out…in fact all her body hair seems to have jumped ship.  The bottom of Rosie's face is swelling out into a glans, the slit horizontal to act as the mouth for her new muzzle.  Rosie's big blue eyes are compressing together until only a bigger, bluer eyes remains centered over her muzzle.  Rosie's ears are poking out like little paddles, while between them a pair of dick horns curl around her face.
            The final change seems to be the coloring of Rosie's skin.  While the base appears to be approaching the shade Carol used to sport, other splotches are darkening to inky black.  Rosie certainly looks like a cow now, a cow that fell in a vat of d-cum.  I don't know how much of our farmgirl is still in there, but she's moaning…mooing up a storm.
            And with a great pop the dakini worm has made itself known.  While I was focused on Rosie's head, her crotch was molding itself into a duplicate of her shoulders.  The worm head that popped out is identical to Rosie's which will make telling them apart difficult.  That is, if it even matters.  The most important part of this two headed cow spawn is clearly the udder in the middle, which is spraying milk everywhere as its host cums.  One last hurrah for Rosie before her mind dumbs down to that of a common farm animal.  By the happy sounds she's making, I don't think she minds.  Heh, get it.
            Bob's luring the very bovine Rosie off stage now, while the bucket and mop brigade are assembling to handle the mess.  While they do their messy work, why don't I take a few questions from the audience. Let's see…you.  Yes, you the one with the penis tentacle Mohawk.
            How do you get your hair to look like that?
            Lots of product.  For the exact quantities, you'd have to be there with me in the morning.  How about you, in the red dress.
            If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
            The number of zeros in my bank account.
            I was more referring to your body.  You do work for an alchemy company after all.
            I like my body the way it is right now, though I won't pass up some pheromones to make me even more irresistible to the ladies.  It looks like they're about done so I'll only have time for one more question.  Let's see, how about you?
            How does someone go about volunteering to demonstrate one of your products?
            By asking a question just like that.  Why don't you come up and join me onstage Ms…
            Rios.  Jessica Rios.
            As I was saying Jessica, your question was very apt as I was about to ask for a volunteer for this next demonstration.  We previously had another nice young lady lined up, but she got drunk last night and drowned her sorrows in a vial of D-cum.  She makes a very fetching boobsnail, but her actions left management scrambling a bit.  If you'll just sign these forms real quick…thanks Bob, we'll get right on to changing you.
            While Jessica's reading through the fine print, I'll briefly outline what we'll be covering for the second half of our presentation.  You'll be seeing a few of our most popular models trotted out, but also a new concept we've been hard at work on for the past year.  We call them Modifiers, a little something extra that can be tacked on to an ordinary worm.
            The first of these Modifiers, the one Jessica will be demonstrating, we like to call the Overseer Modification.  Our alchemy team got the idea from the "domesticated" worms bred by the Khelf breeding farms in Unthal.  For those that haven't heard of them, when transformed by one of these so called slave worms, the host retains control.  They might be reduced to an orifice, but they have verbal or telepathic control over the spawn that drives their body.
            For the Overseer Modification, we decided to flip this concept on its head.  After the worm modifies the host's body, he or she regains full control.  However, they remain at the beck and call of the worm itself, cajoled or possibly even forced to obey its commands depending on the exact mixture.  It's a great way to mix transformations and submission in one easy to swallow wriggling tube.
            It looks like Jessica is done with her paperwork as she's starting to strip off her clothes.  She looks a bit older than our other volunteers, maybe early thirties, but that doesn't make her body any less beautiful.  It's toned in only the way people with regular gym attendance can obtain.  High and firm breasts, a butt that would poke your eye out if you bounced a quarter off of it, long dark hair in twin braids.  The whole package.  It almost seems a shame to change such a good looking body, but you know what they say.  The customer is always right.  Let's ask said customer how she's feeling before the big moment.
            Nervous.  I mean, I pretty much just signed my life away to act as a demonstration model.
            Don't worry.  We'll take excellent care of you.  Oh look, here comes Bob with your new bodymate.  Our modifiers are applied as a special coating, requiring a base worm to work.  For you Jessica, we've brought out one of our most popular models.  We like to call it the Undercover worm.  The spawns it creates tend to still look human, at least with a layer of clothes on.  Underneath though, they still make some radical changes.  Combined with retaining your mind, it's entirely possible for you to go out in public and no one will realize a spawn is in their midst.  At least, until your overseer commands you to start humping their legs.  But enough talk, you're here to see changes, not listen to me talk.  I have a podcast show for that.
            Bob's pulled out what looks like a syringe and slides it into a port on the worm containment tube.  As he depresses the plunger, a light blue mist covers the dakini worm.  The little thing must like it, as it's rolling around to get as much as possible on its skin.  Bob reaches in and has the worm firmly grasped in one gloved hand.  Now it's out and held up to Jessica's naked crotch.  You can tell how excited she it, I can practically see the fluid running down her leg.  And there it goes, climbing its way up to Jessica's womb.
            The sensation must have hit Jessica like a brick to the head, as she almost fell over.  Luckily Bob is quick on his feet.  Her hands move toward her breasts, which are growing with each sharp intake of breath.  They were already a handful to begin with, now they're practically spilling over.  I hope someone saved up some money for new bras.
            Jessica's poking her nipples now as it seems they are the next item on the agenda to change.  They've slipped from her grasp and her befuddled mind can't seem to find them.  One reason might be they're currently sinking into her chest, leaving our volunteer with two proud chest vaginas.  But don't worry, they seem to have made a reappearance.  In fact, they brought friends along.  Jessica now has twin rows of nipples running down her chest.  She's poking at one now, it seems to be just as sensitive as the original.
            Jessica's poking attempts have slowed, stymied by the fact her hands are splitting apart.  It's as if her fingers decided they no longer want to be friends and are moving off in different directions.  They've split all the way up to the elbow, each tentacle twice as long as the distance from elbow to finger used to be.  I guess someone's not going to be able to go out of the house without gloves anymore.
            Now it seems the worm’s attention has dropped lower.  Jessica's ass is expanding even further, turning into a lush spread any red blooded male would love to get his hands on.  Dark patches are forming on each cheek that appear to be areolas.  Yep, definitely areolas, they just sprouted knobby nipples in the center.  That doesn't seem to be the end of the changes in that area though.  Jessica is using a few of her new tentacles to spread her butt cheeks wide, giving me an excellent view of her rosebud.  Or should I say former rosebud.  As a creature that subsides completely on mana, she really didn't need it anymore.  Besides, I think it looks much better as a glistening vagina.
            The changes are on the move again.  There they go down Jessica's thighs, leaving fat veins in their wake.  Her lower legs appear to be splitting just like her arms, only this time there are only two sections branching out from the knee.  Each cylindrical column ends with three dick toes arranged equidistantly around it.  Each toe is around the size of an average penis and by the way she's waving them around, completely prehensile.  Jessica just lifted one her of four lower legs and I can now see a gaping anus at the conjunction of the three toes.  Someone's going to have a lot of fun playing with those.
            I think that's a about it everyone….and then suddenly I'm wrong.  It looks like the worm wants to make a few changes to Jessica's head before it calls it a day.  Her mouth is opening wide and four fat tentacles are poking their way out.  These ones have suckers and look like they mean business.  Two more are growing out of Jessica's nose, so I guess it's a good thing she doesn't need to breathe anymore.
            Now something funny is happening to Jessica's hair.  It's all falling out, followed by two thick tentacles growing in to replace it.  They start at the centerpoint of her head and fall to the middle of her back. Each has a glans tip that is already dripping precum.  As they've reached full size, Jessica's hair is growing back.  This hides these latest additions under the guise of her old braids.  Ingenious.  The only difference now is Jessica's hair is bright pink, a shade matched by the fuzz growing in at her crotch.
            Jessica's moans are growing louder as something pushes its way out from her vagina.  It's the worm, fat eye tipped glans and all.  It's looking around curiously, while its host is panting heavily as she comes down from her orgasms.  Apparently her face tentacles are retractable enough they don’t get in the way.  I'll give her a minute, then ask a few questions.  It isn't often host are left coherent enough to talk.
            A Pause
            That should be long enough.  Let me step over and…hey Jessica, how does it feel to be a dakini spawn?
            Even better than I thought.  Every part of my body is alive with pleasure, I'm practically tingling.  If things keep feeling this way, I know I made the right decision.
            How about your bodymate, can you feel him yet?
            The worm, yes I can.  Right now it's just some gentle prodding, trying to get me used to our new state.  Staying permanently horny is going to take some getting used to.
            Your worm cock must have seen something it likes, because it just pulled a sharp right that almost looks painful.  Oh look, there's Bob with a giant sex toy.  Is your overseer trying to get you to go over there?
            Not so much with words.  Instead it's making my backside itch unbearably.  I know the only way I'll be able to stop the problem is when that plug is shoved firmly up inside me.
            Who am I to stand between a lady and scratching an itch?  Go have your fun, and I'll see you next month at Wormcon.
            There she goes, bounding over on all four legs.  The gait is practically mesmerizing and it's difficult to pull my eyes away.  But I must, for the show must go on.  We have plenty more modifications to show you.  This next one actually came about after we were approached by a woman looking for something different.  Let's bring her out so she can explain it better.  Come on out Allison.
            For those only able to listen in, Allison is in her early forties.  Her face has a few lines, but they're from laughing.  Allison's eyes are a piercing grey, her hair a tight brown bun.  She's dressed very professionally, her card lists her as a scientist for a large company.   Now Allison, why don't you tell us a bit about why you approached us?
            Thank you Rex.  The reason I approached Crimson Moon was simple.  Your company has a habit of creating out of the box solutions to various problems.
            And what problem were you trying to solve?
            I..have a bit of an…addiction.  I love transformed individuals.  Love looking at them, love being with them, and even once loved loving one.  I'd love to transform myself, but anything more than a minor change would heavily interfere with my research.  While most people might have toughed it out with a minor change, I just can't do that.  A part of me need to be a heavily modified creature, one so changed it barely looks human.  On the other hand, my research is really important and there aren't many others out there that can handle it.  So I'm stuck between my wants and my duty to others.
            Which is why you came to us?
            Which is why I came to you.  I was looking for a way to split the difference.  To spend time as a scientist and time as a freak.  It took your team some doing, but I was ever so excited when they got back to me last week.  Though…they said they hadn't tested it fully yet.
            That's correct.  You get to be the first human test subject for this particular modification.  Isn't that exciting?
            I guess.  If it gets me what I need, then I don't mind.
            From what the card I have on you says, one reason the team went with a dakini worm transformation is you’re a bit of a control freak.  Is that correct?
            A…bit.  In my job everything has to go just right or weeks of research time can be lost.
            I'm not judging you.  We all have our flaws.  Hell, I have a whole spreadsheet of them.  I'm just trying to let the others know why this method was chosen.  The design team thought the best way for you to destress was a total loss of control as a spawn.  They also picked a very particular base breed, to help satisfy some of your urges.  Which do you want first, the explanation or the transformation.
            The former, as after the transformation I doubt I'll be in my right mind for a while.
            Quite true.  We'll start off with the Modifier.  We've been calling this one the Were Modifier, due to its similarities with the creatures of legends.  It allows for two forms, the base and the transformed.  During certain circumstances, the spawn will transform between them.  The initial plan was to have the swap a few nights each month, around the full moon for the sake of theme.  At your request Allison, we've bumped it up for your transformation.  Every night at 8 sharp you'll transform into your spawn form and every morning at 8 you'll revert back.  On weekends it rotates, to allow you to have a nightlife or play as a spawn during the day.
            Excellent.  What type of spawn did you choose for me?
            As a connoisseur, I'm sure you've heard of the Jalash-Breed, commonly referred to as the "ass-worm" or "face-worm"?
            I have.
            Crimson Moon puts out a special version of that worm.  The base version is perfect for those who crave objectification and humiliation and our Multi-Assed worm turns that up to eleven.  Not only will you be one ass, you'll be up to a dozen at the same time.  Each capable of feeling all the disgusting associated functions.  How does that thought make you feel?
            Like I nearly wet myself.  I'm positively dripping in excitement.  Your psyche profile was right on the money.  How soon can we do this?
            As soon as you get those clothes off.  While you do that, I hope you don't mind me giving a bit of a running commentary.  Ahem.  Allison is unbutton her blouse,, revealing large breasts well supported by a plain bra.  She's clearly dressed for comfort rather than appeal.  She unzips her skirt, revealing a pert butt and equally unappealing panties.  When she removes them, a neatly trimmed heart of curly brown pubic hair is revealed.  Only the bra is left and a few gasps escape from the audience as Allison removes it.  Her areolas are huge, I've seen smaller cup saucers.  The nipples on the other hand are tiny nubs, barely visible at the center of those dark oceans.
            Allison's indicating she's ready and here comes Bob with her worm.  He also has a syringe to spray the worm before he pulls it out.  When he does, Allison point her butt at him, asking for it to go in there.  I'm not sure if her choice is a result of a dirty mind or the fact we told her what kind of worm it was.  If I had to bet, probably both.
            The worm's probing its way between Allison's cheeks, searching for the hole.  It finds it and pushes into her lower back hole.  The entire time Allison is grinning like a loon, waiting for the changes to start.  That look stays on her face only a moment longer, mostly because a moment later her face is no longer there.
            Almost without warning, Allison's entire body collapses in on itself.  This change is far more rapid than those we saw previously.  All of Allison's limbs are sucking inward, every distinguishing feature melting away.  Ten second later and she's simply a disk of flesh.  A circle three feet across and maybe a foot thick.  The skin is bubbling and churning, evidence of extreme changes happening with.
            Some of those changes express as the outer rim of the wheel pulls inward at certain intervals.  On either side of these lines, the flesh plumps outward.  It quickly becomes evident what these are.  Butt cheeks, six plump globes of flesh.  Sandwiched between each cheek, the skin warps into a copy of Allison's face.  Although that description might be a bit generous.  Her eyes and eyebrows are still there, but that's about it.  Her nose and mouth have been replaced with a giant pink sphincter.  It's hard to tell, but her eyes look more excited about this development than scared.
            Something's happening underneath the disk and it's slowly levering itself off the floor.  A tentacles is growing out from under each cheek.  When they've finished growing, all six must be four feet long at least and thicker than Allison's old legs.  Each is covered with pulsing suckers, while the tips have a penile glans.
            The Allison spawn lifts her disk body up at an angle, allowing me to see the changes underneath.  At the convergence of all the butt cheeks is another giant sphincter.  By the fact that tiny ones on Allison's faces are for outflow, this must be the new creature's "mouth."
            To finish off the cephalopod look, the top of Allison's disk bloats outward into a giant breast.  As it reaches full size, it must be three feet long and a foot across in the middle.  One of Allison's wide areolas crowns the top, with a dick nipple in the center.  An eye the size of a fist opens halfway up the breast, blinking slowly as it takes in the world around it.
            The last change is Allison's skin darkens to a dusky orange, lightening to yellows on the tips of her suckers.  I wait a few more moments to see if anything more will happen, but nothing does.  I try to get some response from Allison, but the spawn doesn't reply.  I'll have to catch her some other time, once she's back in human form, to ask how she enjoyed the change.
            Here comes Bob with a cart.  He's having a hard time loading Allison onto it.  She keeps wrapping her tentacles around his limbs and refusing to let go.  I almost want to go help, but this is far too funny.  Eventually he gets her onto the cart and offstage.
            Ok, let's see what's up next.  The card says it's another prototype Modification.  When used with a dakini worm, it leaves the user in full control.  I'm not sure why someone would want that, isn't the whole point of using a worm to give up all control?  Ok, there's a few more notes.  Apparently they call this the Infiltrator Modification and was designed for police and other agencies to slip agents into criminal organizations disguised as sex pets.
            This brings up two important questions.  Why are we doing this and more importantly, why are we telling people about it?  That's a great way to disappear.  Folks, if you could do me a huge favor and forget what I just said, I'd really appreciate this.  Hmm, apparently we had a whole demonstration lined up and everything.  Folks, I'm real sorry but this will be the end of today's product demonstrations.  I need to go have a few words with management.  "You" and "idiots" will definitely be used.  But don't worry about that.  What you should be worried about is having to wait a whole month to see our next set of project demonstrations.  Until then…