7 comments/ 99587 views/ 65 favorites Body Shifters: C.L.A.I.R.E. Ch. 01 By: xxxecil The alien jiggled her tits at me. The creature seemed utterly consumed with sexual innuendo and interest - or....perhaps it thought that I was, and it was all simply to entice me into letting it free. No chance of that happening; I may remind people of the 'absent-minded professor' smart-but-dumb mad scientist cliche, but I wasn't quite so absent-minded as to forget the threat this creature posed. And that was what I was here to assess - the black-budget, Area-51, off-the-radar wing of the federal government that didn't exist employed me for just such assessments. "Determine whether 'Classified-Alien-Intelligence-Research Experiment-269 was a threat to national security. And if so, recommend a countermeasure to my department. "Claire..." I nodded. It seemed appropriate I thought, as I typed in my thoughts and reports onto a keyboard that added them to a holographic screen, using cutting-edge tech that wouldn't be public for another 15 years. "I love that name;" The Alien told me. "I'd love it even better if you opened this enclosure and fucked me." she-it said. I really wasn't sure whether 'Claire' could be referred to in that way. Yes, outwardly it had perfectly copied the body of a surprisingly voluptuous woman in her late twenties, with golden-blond hair that curled at the shoulder length tips in a row, very fifties-June Cleaverish. Yet her blue, floral pattern dress seemed to push up her tits to form blatant, tantalizing cleavage striking to any observer. More like a wet-dream fantasy of a housewife. But I couldn't let myself be fooled. The creature's exact biology was an unprecedented mystery. I had scanned, X-rayed, probed, and tested it...her... for days, and was beginning to get a picture that raised more questions than it answered. "The entity designated CLAIRE-269 is composed of what appear to be a mass of partially differentiated pluripotent stem cells." I had clicked on a small voice-recorder that I often employed for spontaneous documentation of my insights as I paced my billion-dollar, underground laboratory. "The cells are not unlike immature blood cells; but it's as if the entire biomass of the entity is made of these stem cells; like some sort of leukemic organism. The cells are flushed with an unknown enzyme that superficially resembles the hormone estrogen, yet with side-groups in a constant state of flux; this enzyme seems to catalyze.... thousands of reactions...in a way that defies everything I know about biochemistry." I shook my head in amazement. Claire giggled at my confusion. As I paced and spoke into the recorder, I walked closer to the Alien's enclosure. It was a thick, Plexiglas cube with a bed, a treadmill, a table with various educational aids used to determine the extent of the creature's intelligence, and a television mounted on the wall, off most of the time. "Equally unusual is the DNA of the alien life form. I've examined thousands of cells, many of them have differing amounts of DNA, and the genes coded in the DNA are transcribed seemingly at random. It's as if the cells only obey their genetic code half of the time, in other situations they operate according to some independent rubric I have yet to determine. "Most of it is identical to human DNA, yet the cells it produces couldn't possibly operate the way they do if the instructions implicit in human DNA were being followed. It's...It's chaos. I would never believe that an organism like this could survive, much less grow to adulthood. And it's levels of DNA actually seem to be...decreasing?" At that, Claire's beautiful face seemed downcast and anxious. "Does this entity have... I just don't understand; everything on Earth....EVERYTHING... has a mechanism to replicate its own DNA, yet...I find no traces of any of the three DNA polymerases, and none of the normal enzymes that repair mutations. What will this creature do when its DNA finally depletes itself?" Claire swallowed; looking worried. I sighed. What will I do if I have to report a bunch of 'unknown', 'cannot determine', to the advisory board? I was here because I could find answers to scientific conundrums that run-of-the-mill Ph D's would never imagine. I slumped into my high-backed chair to ponder, resisting the urge to feel sorry for myself. "I could've had the fame; I could've had acclaim from my peers, my pick of universities worldwide.... almost had the Nobel in my grip. But I got too cozy with a Grad Student that wouldn't take no for an answer - she couldn't prove anything... but the shame, the disgrace of it all..." But then Uncle Sam had come along with their doubled-edged offer. I could have access to data and equipment to make most scientists salivate, I would be given access to test subjects and inscrutable incidents to challenge the most ingenious intellects. Yes, there was the money too; but with all the clandestine-secrecy, there were severe limits to what I could do with the salary. But I would know the truth, I had told myself; the real answers that the UFO-religions would give their right-arms to discover....errh... well, that's what was supposed to happen. But in truth, the super-secret black-budget paranoia-wing of the government kept everything so compartmentalized that I had barely scratched the surface of the greater mysteries that the public wasn't meant to know. Like Claire, for instance. I would ask her again the question that had nagged me. "Are you ready to tell me your place of origin?" I tried to sound stern. "MARS!" She squealed happily, then started giggling. "I have no idea, silly. Just like the last time you asked." "Is your species a natural, unknown stock, or are you of extra-terrestrial origin?" "Do you remember being conceived by your parents? " I frowned. Still, I would continue, the answer was here....the answer was close. Claire began pressing herself against the Plexiglas "If you want to learn about me; then you should feel me firsthand..." her breasts squeezed against the glass. "Feel my naked body against yours, fuck me with your hard, horny cock; you'd learn a lot from a roll in the hay!" Again, the creature was trying to distract me. I began experimenting again with a blood sample from Claire inside a sealed, glass booth with gloves penetrating into the compartment. "The quasi-estrogen hormone that exists at human-fatal concentrations in the creature's hemolymph has catalytic abilities that I must continue to explore." I said into my little black voice digital recorder as I began the tests. "I've found that incredible textural changes are possible by bombarding the subject's tissue with various electromagnetic frequencies." I turned a dial inside the booth, there was a low, electric hum. The blood in the tube turned gray, and hardened into rubber. Adjusting the dial again, the mass in the test tube seemed to sprout a coat of fuzzy, brown fur. Another adjustment made the fluid as transparent as water. I scrutinized the sample, until an insight hit me. I turned back to the alien. "Your clothes; it's all an illusion, isn't it? You're not really wearing anything, are you?" "Bingo!" Claire confirmed with a smile and giggle. "I guess you don't like the slutty housewife look huh? Wellllll...." Claire shook her head, and somehow she was no longer wearing a blue floral-print dress, instead she was now clad in a pink bikini with nipples blatantly pointing through. Her body was lean, toned, perfectly voluptuous and yet with a strong suggestion of strength and vitality that sent a shiver of desire down my spine as she displayed her scantily-clad assets. Her hair was still 50's house-wife curly and blond. She could see the way I inhaled, how interested I was. "Or maybe...." She shivered her body. "Something more cozy?" Her body had morphed before my eyes into a sizzling red lingerie with fishnet and pumps. Dressed to kill, boobs jutting upwards to best, sluttiest effect as she strutted and posed. The alien's mimicry was incredible - flawless. "I know what you want... you want a bad girl; a dirty girl..." Claire crooned. She changed - shifted in less than a second, but now she was apparently naked, yet coated in what seemed to be slippery, wet mud barely concealing her female charms. The nude alien seductress turned her shapely ass at me, and I noticed that the words 'LADIES MUD-WRESTLING' were painted in moist clay upon her hips and the cheeks of her wide, shapely buttocks. That was amazing! The ability to use her own body to reproduce text! What else could Claire accomplish? "But maybe you're the one who's been dirty....maybe you've been naughty..." With a shake of the head, the mud and nudity was replaced with a sleek layer of black, patent leather, with a dog-collar, spiked bracelets, and a chain going from a pierced lip to her ears. Somehow, a bull whip was in her right hand and handcuffs seemed to be in her left. "Meestress Claire vill punish you, leetle man! You vill beg to cum! But only vhen Meestress geeves you leave to do so!" Her eyes took on an air of lusty menace as she adapted to a dominatrix fantasy that made my face beet-red. Unconsciously, I leaned in closer to the spectacle. Claire moaned and writhed in her enclosure. "Are you a leg man, or a tit man? Well....I've got you covered both ways..." she said in a sultry tone. She actually was growing visibly taller; her legs elongating into sumptuous towers of muscled grace as the outer covering morphed from black, vinyl leggings into pantyhose with red high-heels. Her black vinyl bustier flowed and shifted to become a flimsy white T-shirt with the printed words: Titopia Triple-XXX Wet T-shirt Contest Moisture appeared from nowhere, dampening the apparent garment, clinging to her soft flesh beneath, exposing dark aureoles and plump swells of bosom. "Ahh... Tit-man, I see." Claire replied sagely, noticing my eyes fixed to her chest. What began as mere apple-sized handfuls seemed to plump up then, the space between them tightening; cleavage deepening - and her impressive mams began to quiver and tense as though...they were preparing for something. Suddenly, her breasts seemed to leap in size; a slow but steady inflationary creep like a water balloon attached to a garden hose. Perfect, flowing expansion everywhere at once. Aureoles stretched beneath the flimsy, wet garment as apple-sized bosoms grew into grapefruits, inch-by-inch stretching larger, until the mammaries threatened to conceal her armpits, all the while the alien was moaning and writhing sensuously, pressing herself against the Plexiglas, and as her juggs continued to expand, it became difficult to guage their full dimensions when resting, I could only compare them in size to flat objects. The flat area pressed to the glass expanded from just larger than mere coaster size, until the space covered by soft, wet mammalian flesh was at least as wide as a pancake... "NO!! No... I am... a scientist... ruled by reason... I will not allow you to distract me." I took several deep breaths. "You... are not a woman, not human. I don't know what you are... but this...mimicry does not deceive me." Claire giggled. "I'm not trying to deceive you, Doctor! I'm trying to get you horny!" "And you think I would be foolish enough to release you through sexual enticement? I don't think so." I turned my gaze away and ignored the worried expression on the alien's face as I focused on the experiments I was documenting. I didn't know what she was, but I had to figure it out! So...that brings me to the agar plate experiment I had prepared two days ago. A small, plastic disk with a gel inside that provided nutrients for Paecilomyces lilacinus, a fungus related to penicillin. I wanted to see if and how a single cell of C.L.A.I.R.E.-269 would interact on the cellular level with other, better known organisms. With the equipment in this lab; I could also search back through video recordings over the past 48 hours through time-elapsed photography to study every minute detail of anything that might have happened. Yes, by glancing casually at the plate, it looked like the bluish-green fungus had grown like it was supposed to, but there was a strange, discolored spot that drew my attention. I looked through my microscope, and through photographs taken by my computer through the microscope, and a very different picture began to emerge. The single cell from Claire had latched onto one of the spore-producing hyphae of the fungus, and it seemed to be...ingesting the spores as they emerged. The cell began to multiply and multiply...and I could see through the recorded footage that as it grew, it took on the shape of the fungus, branching filaments under the microscope. I watched fascinated as the mimicking cells grew around the fungus, attaching itself to the same area, and growing to cover the spore-producing hyphae, absorbing the spores as fast as they could be produced. Detailed studies of the chemical data also revealed a startling fact: The new mimic was...feeding the other fungus; the alien cells were secreting some kind of sugary surrogate food source that seemed to satisfy the fungus. Soon, the Paecilomyces stopped growing, stopped expanding, no longer putting out new vegetative hyphae that would allow it to expand and cover new territory. It was stunted. But only in that way. My eyes widened as I studied the reproductive structures of the paecilomyces. "They've quadrupled in size!" The fungus was churning out more spores than should be possible, yet it refused to expand any further. The mimic had grown to encircle its prey, and now absorbed every last spore produced. And over the intervening hours; the mimic had grown and expanded, doing what the fungus should have done, grown to encompass the entire plate. The blue-greenish fuzz I saw was not the fungus itself, but rather an alien entity that had copied its appearance, and stolen the ecological niche of the original organism. Yet the fungus itself seemed healthy; just stunted. And overtaken by the mimic. My mind grappled with the implications, wondering how much of what I saw could be extrapolated. And I looked upon the gorgeous, giggling woman in the enclosure with renewed suspicion. ********** So tired... and it still didn't make sense. I sipped a cup of coffee as I leaned up against the enclosure that kept the beautiful alien parasite contained. The creature was as gorgeous as ever, yet it...she walked around her cell with a worried expression. Claire's breasts were larger than their normal resting state, and she rubbed them as though they were irritating her. I wasn't sure if I should continue to converse with the alien. It's only motive would be to escape the cage, and while it was remarkable how intelligent it...she was, I just didn't think I could trust anything she might tell me. And I really didn't know if it was an it...or a she. I poured over notebook sketchings I'd tried to make of its weird enzymes. The alien had enough estrogen for fifty women, (or something like estrogen) Yet, I could make no sense out of its DNA. This thing shouldn't even be alive! I scratched my head as I sat, and took another sip of coffee. And another...and...and...ooh.....rather sleepy....hmm....must not have...gotten...enough...last night... ********** Claire massaged her tits. The Doctor hadn't noticed her, absorbed as he was trying to figure out her biology. Her breasts had produced a milk that was laced with a highly potent sedative that would incapacitate a human almost immediately; and luckily the Doctor had placed his coffee near a series of perforations in the Plexiglas that allowed air into the enclosure. And he was so consumed in his cipherings, that he didn't notice Claire milking her own hard-nippled breasts, until a thin dribble of her white lactate had landed into his coffee. She'd planned for this eventuality. The Doctor should be unconscious for half and hour, long enough to do what was needed! Yesterday she had noticed a tiny rupture in the lining of the door that sealed her into the enclosure. She had probed and studied it when the Doctor had been gone. And now she knew what to do. Her index finger elongated into a thin, pointed, metallic needle, which she then inserted into the tiny rupture, and probed...and stabbed...and probed. Finally, there was a crackling and a spark as a particular wire was severed. The seal on the door unlocked, and Claire stepped out into freedom. She smiled; her dress melting away to reveal the splendid curves of her ripe, nude body as she appraised the sprawling, unconscious scientist. ********** I awoke naked. And tied to a chair, withe many, many rolls of duct tape. Enough rolls of duct tape to hold down a 300-pound NFL linebacker, and I was just a lean, wiry, aging, salt-and-pepper haired scientist. I knew better than to scream; gagged tightly as I was. I saw myself, standing in my own lab, wearing my exact same clothes. I was spiky haired, graying everywhere, with a dimpled chin and slim build and five-o-clock shadow. It was the mimic, C.L.A.I.R.E. - 269. And I knew what my threat-assessment report would read. The alien walked over to the outer barricade that sealed in my laboratory, and placed her....its hand over the security scanner mounted on the wall. A green sliver of light ran down the panel. FINGERPRINT IDENTIFICATION CONFIRMED: DR. Darrien E. Cecil, PhD, MT, CDCLS, (ASCP) Ed.d Professor Emeritus Level 12 Employee After what I'd seen, I should have guessed that the alien's shapeshifting abilities were refined enough to copy my fingerprints! But I'd assumed it couldn't escape the enclosure! No helping it now. Claire (copying my appearance exactly) opened the door and stood outside in the dimly-lit hallway beyond. Smiled. Looked around for a few moments. The barricade came down again, sealing the lab shut. The Alien placed its hand on the outer security pad, and again its fingerprints were recognized as my own, and the lab opened again. The alien produced from a pocket in its...my lab coat a syringe. I recognized the label, I recognized the tube. My heart sank. The alien read the label. "Tracheotomy - derived from the South American Poison Arrow frog; among the deadliest poisons known to man. In case you need a way to kill the specimen?" It said accusingly, in my own voice. It was the end. I swallowed. Puffed out my chest, and resolved to meet death with dignity. I closed my eyes. The creature threw the loaded syringe into the wastebasket. When I turned to look at it again it...she... had again become the naked blond woman with the toned body of a breast-augmented professional gold-digger. "I COULD have become you and escaped. I COULD have killed you if I was aggressive. You believe all I want is escape; but that's not true." The naked woman sat on my lap, and began to kiss me. I was as helpless to resist this as I was to resist the poison injection that had never come. She kissed, and kissed, and moaned as she unzipped my pants. Maybe the creature wasn't kidding with all of her sexual enticements! A few moments of pumping and my modest cock was rock solid. She smiled in pleasure and began to grind her pelvis, inching it down, pushing herself onto my cock, forcing my erect manhood to enter her slippery depths. My heart was racing! I'd gone from certain death to a hot lay in seconds! It was all too much to handle. "Relax.... sorry I had to scare you..." Claire whispered in my ear. "Just lay back... and let it happen..." Her pussy was fantastic. The slick walls of her cunt twisted and teased and tantalized my rigid member, and this wash of pleasure was all the more stimulating from the relief that my life was to be spared. Death and sex in one breath; stimulating like nothing else. My body tensed and with a throaty moan I felt the rising tide of heat and lust and knew that my climax was upon me. Would my alien lover be disappointed that I came so soon? I'd had that trouble with women in the past. My apparent ineptness in bed had made it hard to keep a wife, and easier to accept a position in a totally clandestine facility, cut off from public knowledge. Body Shifters: C.L.A.I.R.E. Ch. 01 But Claire was overjoyed! She howled in pleasure and her body rippled, almost as if she was...sucking up my seed? Her pussy moved and pulsed against my rock hard shaft with impressive dexterity. "Relax..." There wasn't much I could do, and I found myself slowly, unavoidably drifting back to sleep. ....To be awakened again by a naked body pressed against my own, still tied in the chair. This time my gag was off, and a soft, brown-tipped nippled was thrust into my mouth; and reflexively I drank the hot, sweet milk that spurted forth. It was liquid bliss. Sweet without being cloying, invigorating and yet relaxing. A comforting warmth spread through me, and while I felt contented everywhere, I slowly found that my cock was even harder than before, needing attention. And yet, when she impaled herself upon my member yet again, she seemed even more relieved, moaning her pleasure at male penetration. It was difficult to say how long I was subdued. In this facility, with everything so super-top secret, it wasn't unusual to go days without seeing another researcher, or a guard. Unless an alarm was sounded, Claire could probably keep me tied up here as her sex-slave for a week before a search would be mounted. After my second climactic orgasm within her hot, clenching pussy all doubts were dispelled. I felt a sense of complacent trust for this entity, and I could no longer think of Claire as an it; I may not understand her DNA, but she was utterly female. It took longer next time; I was drifting in an out of consciousness, but I was aware that I was spurting yet another full load of hot seed into her wet pussy as she straddled me. No...more than that, the cum blasted forth for longer than ever, my spasms of pleasure prolonged as I seeded her womb with an extra-sized load of man seed Claire was panting and moaning with such passion that it almost sounded painful! But to reassure me, she embraced and kissed me fiercely, then thrust a nipple in my mouth to suckle from her intoxicating milk as she stroked my head tenderly. It was eerie how contented I was a captive of this alien life form But then, I was getting regular sex. Then, Claire placed two razorblades in my hand from a nearby cabinet. (I use them to cut parafilm to seal test tubes) "Cut yourself free. I'm going back to the enclosure." "Wha-?" But sure enough the naked, honey-blond sex-pot tapped a key on the control panel, then walked into the Plexiglas door, which sealed behind her. The computer confirmed that the lock was secure. I cut through the duct tape little by little until my arms were free. Then I was able to yank the rest off my legs. "You've gone back into the enclosure...?" "Yes; what's more important to me is trust." Claire said, now wearing a pink silk nightgown barely reaching to her legs, and scarcely hiding her breasts. "You believed that everything I said was to trick you so I could escape. But I had my chance to escape; and didn't take it. I put myself back here. Where I'm at your mercy. You can continue your experiments, or retaliate against me." "But what is it you really want?" I stood up. "Take me home. To your place." Claire insisted with a gleam in her green eyes. ********** "You need it, don't you?" I surmised, as we drove off in my expensive, but non-descript Lexus down the lonely road to the apartments were staff members lived for this black-box, non-existent agency. Claire was rubbing my crotch with a doe-eyed smile; she was wearing a white lab coat, her hair tying itself up in a neat bun, and she was actually able to grow out something that closely resembled an I.D. badge - that, along with my company, allowed her to pass unchallenged through the facility with me. No one knew her, but they knew me, and she had I.D., so security never questioned us. "You...you need to have sex with me...?" It was as much a statement as a question. She was rubbing my groin to hardness....again! "Mmm.... there's more to it than that; with all those degrees, you'll figure it out." she purred. "The sperm...." The missing DNA; the way her cells just defied all logic, the fact that she seemed to have no way to replicate DNA, the way it was diminishing...."I should have realized it sooner!" I chastised myself. "You... consume sperm; for the genetic material! You need to absorb DNA just to keep your cells running!" "You ARE worth a Nobel prize!" She nuzzled my neck. "And I'll make it worth your while!" Amazing that I was actually considering this - removing an classified alien test subject from my lab to my home. Funny how - at ease I felt. Three fuckings and she'd gained my trust. Well, that was more than I'd got from my first wife in six months! But by then, she'd already gotten my zipper undone, and her lips were around my cock. I tried to tell myself that it was a....psychological experiment... to test the creature's motives... but deep down, I wanted to get laid... needed it! My delvings into science had only proved the most temporary distraction from Man's universal hunger. Ohh... her lips...my cock... it was.. it was like she had two tongues! Maybe three! "YAH! I'm...I'm driving here!" I reminded Claire as she slurped and lapped up my hardening cock as though it were a popsicle. She only giggled, and her clothes melted away - that tight, trim, sleek, soft body. I moaned and placed my hand upon her naked ass - so silken soft, like a warm velvet bubble of female delight. Trying to keep one hand on the wheel I reached over and lower, lower down her ass - until I found the engorged lips of a juicy cunt. Claire shivered and pressed her ass into my grip. And I realized what I had found - an inexhaustible sexual vessel! One that had already proved she wished me no harm! But soon, it was too much... I had to pull over as the fires of lust and climax built up in my groin - I drove to the shoulder of the lonely Nevada highway and slowed down, amidst Claire's squeals of delight as my cock began to erupt with hot spunk. ********** The dwellings of the un-acknowledged scientists of the non-existent facility where arranged in a series of neat little identical townhouses, large enough for a taste of luxurious comfort, yet drab enough on the outside not to draw attention. Visitors were not strictly forbidden, yet anyone seen on the premises would be subject to covert surveillance. But they wouldn't find anything on Claire. Realizing that a lab coat might draw suspicion, (the science was all classified) the creature morphed her exterior into a black-sequined cocktail dress riding high on her pert ass, and with breasts that seemed to jut aggressively from her chest. Claire was now my hot date! She gave me a knowing wink. ********** If it hadn't been so pleasurable, I would have been more disturbed. Strange that my dick was hard yet again. I was reclining in my favorite sofa after a sumptuous dinner that Claire had rapidly and expediently prepared for me, as my cock began to tent my pants with a conspicuous hardness not seen since my teen years. "Why... why are you doing this for me?" She was mixing up ingredients for a massive, whip-cream banana-split as I lounged in comfort. "Because I know it will please you." "You've only known me for four days as the scientist assigned to study your nature. Why do you care about my pleasure?" She cocked her blond head, as if the question itself was one she had never considered. "Pure instinct." She declared as she unzipped my fly, mercifully allowing my raging cock full breathing room. Her eyes lit up with a wicked whim and she spattered half of the the creamy confection she was stirring onto my crotch. "Yea - wha -" And she was on me. Her face in my crotch, licking-sucking, nibbling, fellating. She cocked her head and began ramming it like a piston upon my member, creating a sensation potently similar to actual coitus. Her hands, they slid under my shirt, gentle, silken soft - cooing, caressing me. Hold on, how many hands did she have? She was pinching both my nipples, caressing my ass as I sat, and she seemed to be tickling my balls as she slurped up whip-cream and cock with fanatical relish. I felt soothed; relieved and excited all at once - until the explosion. My mind and thoughts dissolved in white-hot pleasure as both kinds of cream jetted from my rigidly aroused man meat into the plump, red lips of this alien seductress that had subdued me with pleasures. Now that was strange; I'd just had the most cataclysmically, toe-curling orgasm that I can remember; yet.... somehow it seemed that I wasn't fully spent. As if my cock still had power yet in reserve. After licking me clean over and over, seemingly with two tongues; Claire moaned and hooked her arms under mine and began to hoist me upwards... Wait a sec...she was bigger! A lot bigger! Not so much her shape, but her volume was far greater. She seemed at least a head taller than me; and I felt corded muscles beneath the smooth arms that now gripped me. I couldn't see much of her, her super-model face was buried in my own, and her tongue was wrestling with my own. "Mmmm... Sorry Doctor... mmmph...I didn't tell you...*SLURP*... I'm insatiable... Ooohhhhhhhh" She moaned against my lips as her hands...at least five different hands, teased me with feathery softness all over my middle-aged body. "For sex?" I surmised. "For...humans... sex is about.... quenching a desire... for me... sex makes me want more sex...with you..." She was carrying me by my arms from thudding into one wall after another as our frenzied coupling continued. "Tried to be... a good girl.... but I'm dirty inside...filthier than the horniest hooker...and after that whip-cream... we both are!" Somehow, she had found my bathroom. I was luxuriating in the taut femininity of Claire's impossibly growing body and was neither directing nor interfering with her progress. Our bodies were locked together, my legs embracing her thighs and ass - infinitely soft; yet firm with health and fertility. Above all where her breasts; Triple-D mountains of womanhood that seemed to inflate when touched; I had but to tease a nipple with my tongue and her mammaries seemed to angle towards me deliberately, inflating as if to make all my world a sweeping slope of creamy skin and nubby nipples. In my peripheral vision, I thought I saw a third arm emerging from beneath the two that held and caressed me that seemed to elongate towards the shower, but a sweeping swell of pure tit blotted out my sliver of vision - boobflesh eclipsing my field of view at a rate of an inch every two seconds. Yes, there was no doubt that somehow; despite it all, my exertions had not taxed my full reservoirs of cum. My man meat surged again, raw and hot and ripe and rigid towards a pussy that seemed to fondle my shaft with deliberate dexterity. And we were wet, and slick and nude under the prickling spray. Strange; there had been no bars of soap, no one had grabbed any shampoo; but there was a slippery quality to Claire, as I burrowed into her bosom, I felt a lavender-scented oil seemingly... emerging from her skin. My alien amour self-lubricated with a fragrant oil that clung to us both. On me, it singed and tingled, as if to kindle an erotic heat on my flesh that could only be quenched with a ferocious rutting against my lusty mate. Her flesh gleamed and dripped and throbbed with desire and energy as she ground herself against me. As we thrust against each other, as the oil seeped deeper into my mind and flesh, the flowing chemical heat driving me onward, I was compelled to literally scream my lust! There was no doubt she was taller than me now; and I took a perverse delight in being eye-level with her burgeoning tits as we stood nude, slick and dripping with water, lust, and Claire's-oil. "How big?" I queried, hefting a great, perky boob in my grasp. Claire moaned in response, opening her mouth wide, taking in more water from the shower - as mamms began to balloon. I held my fingers in tight position around her left tit as she expanded herself, and it took less than seven seconds of mammalian blossoming for my mid three fingers to be entirely obscured between swelling, rising valleys of raw tit. To quantify them now was a challenge; her breasts jiggled at the delicate cusp between full-blown bowling-ball voluptuousity and cartoonish absurdity. The pressure from my hand upon her flesh made Claire moan, and spurt. The water she was taking in seemed to be converting into tight streams of hot lactate; as if she were some eerie, nude water filter that jetted out creamy milk. It was sweet and nourishing in a way that electrified my senses and sent a tingle through my spine. "Bigger..." she moaned,the experience a source of scintillating pleasure for her as I rutted within her slippery sanctum; moist from water and girlcum alike. "Bigger..." I agreed. And Claire panted with pleasure and exertion as her tits quivered; swelling yet further. She strained, grunted - and I came... I exploded - erupted - ejected my seed - my white-hot reward into a cunt more accepting and desirous than I had ever imagined possible. It was as if all tension, regret, and fear was leaving through my dick - in its place only light-hearted, spine-tingling bliss of the sort to send a man into laughing delirium. Claire said - and did something that I wouldn't understand for a long time - not until it was too late: Clutching her voluminous boobs, great and grand enough to house pumpkins, she howled - "WE.....ARE.....ALIIIIVE!!!" And her body seemed to bulge and ripple - swelling and pushing in odd directions. Her breasts seemed to be pulling apart... and then - then dividing?! For a moment I beheld a moaning, thrashing, four-breasted goddess in the throes of some passionate exertion that no human could fully appreciate. It was as if her body was pulling away from itself... until - with a wet slurp - Claire's features distorted and seemed to separate down the middle. With a jiggle and a pant, two shapes began to solidify. They were women. Maybe girls more precisely. Claire was not to be seen. Instead were two, young, tight-bodied young ladies that seemed to possess the lean energy and soft-skinned youth of high-school cheerleaders. Perky bodies; trim and slim and young and hot. They were brunettes; but each had a strange, streak of white near their hairline - a rare trait in humans. These girls were identical, perky nymphettes that at once began posturing their lean bodies for my view. "I'm Clara! Said the right one. "I'm Cara! Said her sister. I think that's when I lost consciousness. Body Shifters: C.L.A.I.R.E. Ch. 02 I was in bed when I woke up. The sight of them, these two smiling teenage girls that were not teenagers, assured me that the madness had not been a dream. Perfect, naked taut and tight cheerleader physiques; yet these she-creatures could not be more than a few hours old. "We we worried about you Master!" Bemoaned one of the identical pair. "But we're here for you now, to take care of you, and fuck you." It sounded so sweet. In a twisted way. "Uhmm...ah... M-Master?" I questioned. "Of course; you inseminated our parent, and she was able to complete her lifecycle thanks to your sperm." "That means that we are bound to you by instinct; to serve and pleasure you. We're your concubines." "Are we?" Asked the other, a quizzical expression in her green eyes. "I can do a lot more for him than just put out; I mean sure - I'm his 24/7 fucktoy, but we can work too." I needed to slow this down a little. "Wait..wait.. a sec..." I breathed. "You are...Claire's offspring; and because I had sex with her, that means that you two are now my sex-slaves?" The teen beauty on the right frowned. "Well, to call us slaves would imply that we were unwilling. Nothing...could be..." she plastered my lean chest with kisses. "Further...from the truth. "We must serve you, and pleasure you, and work towards the day when you reward us with your sperm, and complete our lifecycles too." Overcome with the strange mandates of her alien libido, the auburn-haired girl-creature moaned, embraced me, and began nuzzling my throat with cooing sounds. Demonstrating a sex-laced affection that would seem pathological for a normal, human girl. The enormity of my error hit me then. "Damn! I was too busy thinking with my little head, and I missed out on a golden opportunity for data! This...that was like bacterial fission!" I slapped my palm to my head "Could have learned so much if I'd been in the lab!" "Don't worry Master; just fuck us again, and again, and you'll be able to study our next split in the lab!" "If we get enough sperm!" reminded the other, as she inhaled my now hardening cock. The bliss temporarily turned my joints to water, and I slid backwards to the warm sheets. The auburn and white-striped young hottie slurped and suckled my man-meat with practiced skill, so much so.... ahh.... it felt like she must have had at least two tongues dancing and caressing my oh-so-sensitive member. "We'll both cum...*SLURP* to the lab *MMPOP* with you today; *SUCK* then Cara will come *MMMM* home -*SLURP* to serve and pleasure you. *SUCKLE* Next day, we'll *SUCK* rotate, and I'll come *AHHHHMMMM...* home with you." They seemed to have it all figured out. "But...but why?" I managed to gasp, as reason was beginning to fail under this erotic assault. "It's a good idea; we WANT you to understand us." Said the one who I think named herself Clara. Her sister was giving me an impossible, three-tongued blow-job, as she stroked and nuzzled. "Your government is afraid that we're a threat to National Security; and captured our parent, and sent us here for study in secret - they don't know what to do with us, what to make of us. "We'll prove to you that we're peaceful girls that only want symbiosis with men. We'll serve you - you fuck us. It's a match made in heaven." She purred, kissing my throat. No, that was just...ridiculous; their had to be more to it! And I would discover what it was! ********** "Crazy! It's just... these readings make no sense!" I snarled at my multi-million dollar holographic computer with its optronic processors that Bill Gates would sell his soul to possess. Toys like this were a perk of working for a place that didn't exist. But that meant I had to deliver - find scientific solutions that would have stumped those normally thought of as the best and brightest. Two teenage girls with the physiques of cheerleaders ran naked on a treadmill with electrodes attached to their gleaming, sweaty bodies within the specimen enclosure. They pumped their arms and breathed heavily, and occasionally a third arm seemed to appear from behind their backs and wiped off their brows. They fanned themselves, glaring at me and moaning. Their naked breasts, barely C-cups, seemed to jiggle and bounce in an almost deliberate rhythm. But the data I was getting... " pH readings are fluctuating too wildly, in all different areas... ion concentrations...just can't be right. These C02 levels should be biologically impossible - These organisms shouldn't even be alive! There's...it's like they don't even maintain homeostasis! It's as if every part of their body just does...whatever it wants...whenever it wants!" "I'm sorry Master," Said the one on the left...errh...I think she'd named herself Clara. "It would seem a lot less frustating if you'd calm down and fuck me." "We don't want you to worry and stress yourself. Wouldn't it be wonderful to press yourself against my naked, tight, nubile young body, and just let go...let go of your inhibitions!" suggested Cara with a lick of her lips. Yes, the one thing I had learned for sure was that these creatures depleted their own DNA just through normal bioloical processes, and they needed quick, easy, abundant sources of very fresh genetic material to renew their bass-ackwards biochemistry. Ergo - sperm. Ergo - they take the forms of extremely healthy, fertile young females. Yes, if they needed fresh, easily accessible DNA, there could be no better source in nature, and no better survival tactic for their species. So then I knew what I had to do. I had tried to put it off until I'd gained more data but... I couldn't make sense of the data I was getting, however - knowing that they needed fresh, male sperm I had realized long ago that I would have to satisfy them - and scan them very carefully during the....feeding. That would be easy - easier than in weeks past. Normally, when I threw myself into a scientific conundrum, I became totally focused, emotionally distant, and asexual. But not today. Twinges of male lust began to intrude on my concentration. I adjusted my pants for the umpteenth time from an unusually hard cock rebelling against my pants. I'd give these randy little minxes what they needed - and myself some relief. Grumbling, I arose from my computer and went to their plexiglass enclosure; there was a small rectangular portal that could be used to insert food to the subjects - instead, I inserted my rigid cock through the opening. Their squeals of delight were shril as the girls leapt to the prize. Cara opened her mouth to swallow my manly treat - and I could not decide whether her mouth felt like just a mouth, or a hot, dripping pussy. Her fellatio was expert and enthusiastic. Clara whined in complaint at being denied, so her sister opened her mouth, and the two slathered my rigid meat with long, moist tongues. Perhaps it was the dizzying pleasure that swept through my senses at this slippery onslaught, but after a moment it seemed as though somehow a third and fourth tongue wrapped around my rod - far faster than I dreamed possible, heat surged through my groin and a shuddering climax was upon me. It was as if my penis was the font of eternal life - so eagerly did they lap up my spew. The gripping orgasm was dizzying in its power, and I slumped, panting against the enclosure. ********** Maybe my mind was still clouded with ecstasy, maybe if I could go back to being the pure, impartial researcher I should have been, the whole thing would make sense. I was pouring over the readouts I'd gotten after feeding the shape-shifter girls my sperm. Every cell in their body seemed to merge (which should have been impossible) and their bodies were flushed with endorphins and dopamines in levels far in excess of anything human. Hmm....those were hormones of pleasure. At first glance, it appeared that to them - sex was.... well, better than sex. If a human brain had the ability to process the sensations that these hormone levels should produce, they would go into shock. If I was right, then absorbing sperm brought these beings such joy that their every thought was consumed by sex. For a creature like this, no indignity or inconvenience would be unbearable if there was a hard cock at the end of the road. "We're hornier than you think we are." Clara said from the enclosure, as if guessing my thoughts. No wonder Claire didn't try to escape. That was never her goal - I was her goal. My mind was awhirl, and not with elevated thoughts of scientific discovery. I couldn't make sense of their biochemistry, but to every one of my human senses, they were warm, ripe, ready, randy young women, and I knew that they not only craved sex, they needed it. And a funny thing happened - again. There remained that feeling as though - despite my earlier and recent orgasm, it was as if I had not given all I had, as if I possessed a secret store of cum that somehow had not been released. My penis surged to life and began to harden as though I had never cum at all. I glared at the naked, nubile women in the enclosure as a feral grunt escaped my throat. I could pretend that there was some scientific value to my actions, but I didn't attempt to justify it at all to myself. I simply opened the enclosure, grabbed Clara, and thrust her nude body against me, pressing my lips to hers. The alien squealed in delight, wrapping arms and legs about me. "You.... you're the ultimate whore, aren't you?" I muttered into her chest. "So much better than that master." Clara responded. "You're uneasy - you're...**MMM** just beginning...*MMSUCK*** to get a glimpse...*OOHHHHHHHH*... oh how slutty we are... afraid... don't believe it - no woman - no female could be as sex-crazed as we seem to be." I thrust her down to the cushioned pallet allowed for test subjects to sleep upon, my face a grimace of desire. "You think...we're too good to be true - but it IS true. Put your hands on my breasts, but your cock in my cunt, and believe that I am an absolute slut for you!" I did just that. My man meat slid deep with a wet ease that I would have found unbelievable. I snarled as I ravaged her soft, teenage body with my ardent hands and rampant meat. I was thrusting into a gushing cunt with more vigor than I'd mustered since high school, and my efforts had never been more appreciated. I should have been drained, I should have been exhausted after that first blow-job, yet I kept cumming, and cumming, and howling with a raging lust that buried my high intellect beneath the demands of the beast. "USE ME!" cried the whorish young woman thrashing beneath me. "OH PLEASE USE ME TO SATISFY YOUR MALE URGES!!" Her sister Cara....or was it Clara... shouted encouragement from the sidelines. "It's a kind of sexual freedom most men never dream they can have...." Cara explained. With her shapeshifting abilities; she sprouted pink pom-poms on her hands, and her bosom was covered by a red and pink cheerleaders uniform tank-top with the letters F - U in bold script. She purposely omitted any sort of skirt or underwear. "FUCK-TOY! FUCK-TOY!! TWENTY-FOUR SEVEN!!!" She cheered loudly while leaping and cavorting with glee, her nude pussy seemed more striking with the appearance of clothes on the rest of her body. I could only moan my approval. I didn't get in many more tests that day. ********** I took one of the identical shifter-sisters home with me. Errhh..... Cara I think. Driving was becoming much more of a challenge; it seemed that these creatures were unable to ride in a car with me for any length of time without the irresistable craving to give me a blowjob. It didn't help my concentration. And once home, Cara quickly slipped into the role of domestic wife-surrogate. Once satisfied that my cock was exhausted for now, she scampered away to my simple kitchen and began tidying up immediately. "What are you doing?" Cara rolled her eyes at me. "Master, we've been through this before. We've explained this to you." "Ahh.. yes... you're here to 'serve and pleasure me' , is that it?" "In time, you will accept us, what we can do for you, and the pleasures that are in store." Was I so sure these beings could be trusted? There had to be more going on than what it seemed. I was still pondering the question as I reclined for a night of Charter Cable with Tivo, when delicate hands set down before me a sumptuous, steaming dinner of fetuccini alfredo and steamed vegetables on a TV-tray reachable from my recliner. Cara beamed at me before sitting on a nearby plush leather couch. "I just... I don't deserve this; it's...it's eerie to be waited on hand and foot!" Her expression and smile was almost frightening in its utter devotion. "You deserve this and so much more; it's your reward for inseminating us." The implications were staggering, the food was worthy of a five-star chef, and it wasn't long before the aching in my groin became unbearable. "Anytime... anywhere..." I muttered, half to myself. "I could just - grab you, throw you on the ground, and pound your pussy till there's no tomorrow; and you'd probably enjoy it even more than me." I began to realize. Cara did not respond verbally; she simply moaned throatily, as her clothes melted away into sleek nudity as she writhed on the couch, as if overcome by her own nymphomania. Her breathing accelerated; what a slut! It was time for another experiment. I leaned in closer to the naked woman writhing on the couch next to me. "You say you want to cook and clean for me - what if I never let you - what if, the moment I got you in the door, I just dragged you off to my bedroom, to ream your pussy with my cock all...night...long?" Her eyelids fluttered, as her moaning increased. The dim lighting cast a rosy glow on her naked nipples as her chest quivered. I could have sworn that her aureolas were expanding, could have sworn that her nipples were lengthening from mere pencil-erasers to nearly thimble-sized. "I'd make you watch every thrust into your juicy pussy; What if I was so hopped-up on Viagra that I could keep on going hour after hour. And when your pussy got too tired, too sore, I'd switch to your mouth, face-fucking you till well past midnight..." Cara was quivering, both hands touching her perky, yet growing breasts, seeming to expand in fertile leaps and bounds with each throaty moan that escaped her lips. Before my eyes her breasts went from mere C-cups, to softball-sized boobs, finally quivering and jiggling as she erupted into melon-sized juggs as titflesh flowed outward several inches in three seconds to conceal her armpits with ripe and ripening mammalian splendour. And yet a third hand emerged from some unseen area where it began rubbing her naked cunt. "... and I'd end it all with a piping hot load of cum right - in your - ass!" I hissed, testing her. Cara's body arched and she howled in ecstasy, skin beginning to glisten with sweat, face flush, moans becoming ragged as her entire body quivered. Breasts shaking the longest by far. I could not help but notice a slickening wetness from her pussy, spreading down her thighs. And I knew - she had orgasmed in less than a minute just from my dirty-talk! Could even a shape-shifter fake this kind of flushness, the wetness between her thighs? "I have... a cruel master... who likes to tease..." I swept up the nude, panting alien into my lap - intending to show her that it was no idle boast... ********** Bigger, it was all bigger. The girls. My sexual appetite, And surprisingly, my cock. And my days had set into a pattern. One of the hardbody cheerleader girls would come home with me, cook me dinner, and I'd get through half of it before a surge of lust would overwhelm me, and I'd fuck the hell out of the randy little alien nympho until I passed out in bed from exhaustion. I would awaken to breakfast in bed - and a 'Morning Wood' so long and hard it was almost painful. And I'd get halfway through that breakfast until the urges grew too strong, and I simply shoved the alien's face into my groin, where she squealed in delight as she sucked me off. Most days, I'd get another blowjob on the ride to the lab, and yet I'd get through only a fraction of the tests I'd planned out when a boiling urge for pussy would begin to crowd out my other thoughts and ideas. I would usually keep typing, keep pipetting chemicals, keep compiling data until my raging penis began to cause me pain from the way it tented my ever-tightening pants. I could easily justify my actions with the surety that this species required male sperm to survive. Some days, it was enough to simply insert my cock into the food port, and let them lick and suck me to delicious orgasm. Yet, all too often my growing libido compelled me to grasp one of them by the ass, press her to the plexiglass and ravish her body like a lion in heat. It was difficult to say whether my research was going anywhere or not; I would perform sophisticated testing, many of my instruments able to scan at the quantum level, and I had compiled reams of biological data incompatible with any known life-form. So far, I was only able to offer generalizations that I typed into the computer in the moments when my fiery libido allowed me to function. There seemed to be three principal stages to the life-cycle of these creatures - this species - which I elected to name; Polymimeticus gynotrophia. "The Juvenile stage apparent at the beginning of the life-cycle resembles the morphology of a human female between the ages of 16-20 years approximately." I spoke again into a small, black recording device that I used to document my thoughts and ideas as they happened. The girls were staring at me from the enclosure and masturbating openly. There appears to be an intermediate stage in which the resting state of the subject matures to a form identical to a human female between 25 and 30 years. "After that point, the similarity to the human female becomes...imprecise. As the Polymimeticus lifecycle nears completion, the subject's resting state grows far taller than the average human, nearly seven-feet in height, with an increase in muscle mass. During this stage, mammaries increase in resting size by 500%." Indeed, it had happened this way with my girls over the weeks. If they resembled cheerleaders when first.... errhh... born, then at this point they resembled overgrown fitness models. Their bodies were amazonian paragons of svelte strength and grace taller by far than any normal woman would ever hope to grow. The girls seemed... less whimsical now. I knew that both of them were driven by a ferocious libido driven by both lust and survival. I continued recording. "Upon absorbing male gametes; e.i. - sperm cells, the subject's own cells undergo a surface antigen change allowing each sperm to penetrate; just as it would an egg cell from the female of its own species. Several rounds of cellular replication occur at rates 10,000 % faster than those of any known eukaryote. It seems as if... upon exposure to sperm, the creature becomes one, giant female sex organ. And this Polymimeticus species requires regular sexual fertilization for cellular growth, as I shall now demonstrate." They were ravenous; when I opened their enclosure, the women were upon me like starved pirahnas. Taller than me by far now, they pressed me to the wall, equally plastering with me with kisses and caresses in an erotic hunger that would not have been sharper had they been locked in a celibate women's prison for ten years. "You... lust... for us..." they said by way of explanation. They could not seem to disrobe me fast enough, or impale themselves on my cock with enough alacrity. I had discovered long ago that with these Shifter-women, foreplay was not necessary. Clara squealed as I shot my load deep inside her, and I knew that was not the end. As Cara sucked my cock, I beheld once again the denouement, the culimination of all the erotic overtures of this species. Clara rippled and throbbed as though something within her was trying to escape. She moaned, arching her back as two new breasts bulged beneath her normal ones, rising like bread-dough in time-compressed photography, pink nubs growing forward and outward, until expanding and bulging beneath their own weight like a multi-breasted fertility fetish goddess of legend. For a moment, she had four arms all writhing, caressing - before the final distortion and split. And my electrodes were there, my scanners were running; I would record every scrap of data about this alien lifeform. Body Shifters: C.L.A.I.R.E. Ch. 02 But I could not forget Cara; the alarm was ringing on her own biological clock, and she craved this end no less fervently. She bent over, thrusting before me her heart-shaped ass as the ravishing amazon hunched on all fours. "I am your bitch; Master. Show me your dominance..." Cara hissed, her taut ass-cheeks wiggling at me as her pussy seemed to blossom and unfold of its own accord. She turned her face towards me with a savage grin, and I almost glimpsed yellow, cat-eyes for a moment. "Mount me, mate me, breed me!" She insisted. As before, there was the feeling that I had yet more sperm to give, and I plunged into the task at hand. I rutted into Cara's sopping cunt, pressing my weight upon her, mounting the female like mating season on the Discovery Channel. She was hoping to inspire in me some of the primal instincts that now drove her to complete her own lifecycle. She succeeded. Roaring like a beast, I thrust into her willing sex, feeling the rise of fire and pleasure in my groin that signalled the coming of - wetness... and a quiver. Cara had orgasmed with a quick squirt of girlcum all over my cock, and it had barely been ten strokes! These Shifters must be in almost constant sexual excitement. As I was. As of now. I roared as the cum blasted out of me into a pussy that craved it more than air or water. Strange, perhaps I was delirious from the pleasure of the climax, but it seemed as though I somehow released yet more semen than before. I kept on thrusting right until I felt the rippling, the bulging, the emergence of new life. The shifter calling herself Clara had apparently ceased to be; coallescing from her body were two teenage twin girls with wavy dark hair, freckles all over, and each one had eyes of different colors. On each, the right eye was blue and the left was green. But they were just as slender, tight, and fertile as before. They spent several moments squirming and clutching their pussies; as if in the aftershocks of orgasm. With a shrill yelp, Cara succeeded in her fission as well, and squirming on the floor in delight were two coffee-skinned young women with asian features and dark hair that faded to blonde at the tips. They looked like the sort of girls who might win a teenage beauty contest in the Phillipines. This time, the mood was decidedly...celebratory. As I slid down the plexiglass wall in exhaustion, the new progeny crowded around me with joyous expressions, kissing me and thanking me, as though I had just saved them from a burning building. Their eyes gleamed with a sort of hero-worship. I was just a horny man taking advantage of a sure-fire way to get his rocks off, but for Shifters, the need for sperm was so crucial to their lifecycle, that for them I was a Rock-Star. It was bizarre, alien... but I smiled along with these new alien women as they cooed their delight over being born. ********** She had named herself Clarice, she was bent over a workdesk in the laboratory as I finished pumping out a hot, full load of sperm into her ass while fondling her firm cheeks. Her breasts had blossomed from pointy C-cups outwards and forwards into great, plump melons of female fertility. I could not tell if the alien-slut was boosting her breast-size to entice me, or if she was merely loosing control of her own powers of fertility. In any event, feeling and fondling her ass and growing breasts in my roving hands only flamed the fires of my libido higher. The alien girl's coos and shimmies of delight confirmed my theory that male sperm was useful to them in any orifice. But I couldn't ignore what was happening any longer. I had to turn back to all the data I'd gathered. Data about them - and about myself. I slid with a grunt from the pale girl's butt as she caressed herself in delight. My cock was still rock-solid, and it took only seconds for my libido to recover. There were two mysteries before me now; the genetics of the Shifters, and my own cock. I could no longer ignore, or deny it. My penis was at least nine inches long, and while I rarely dwelled on such prurient matters in my areas of expertise, I knew that there was just no logical reason for a man my age to just gain three inches over a month. And my potency had sky-rocketed. I realized that even in a week of daily masturbation, my normal body could not have produced the load of sperm that I had deposited into Clarice's ass in just one orgasm. Yet somehow, I was not the least bit depleted. My balls were heavier, denser. My cock longer and harder than I ever imagined. I grunted in frustration, fighting back a boiling need to grasp the dark-haired, freckled alien nymphomaniac and this time pound her pussy with roars of delight. No... something was wrong. I had already drawn a blood sample from myself to analyze. Until the processing was finished, I turned my attention to the data I'd received from the reproductive cycle of Polymimeticus gynotrophia. I began to record into my hand-held speaker. "Once the shifter has received enough male genetic material to complete her lifecycle, a period of hyper-accelerated cellular division occurs until... until fully half the cells start operating completely independently - forming a 'daughter cell', as it were - to borrow the phrase from microbiology. There is a peak in levels of Human Chorionic Gonadotropin, a normal hormone found in pregnant women, but to reach levels this high, a woman would have to be pregnant for 10 years straight. "All my scans indicate that the four young women are genetically identical, yet two of them seem to be from asian ancestry; and I... I can't figure out how and when and if they use their DNA, and for what purpose. Their cells are an indecipherable mess. Transcription, translation of DNA is completely irregular. I have gained much more data to solve the earlier mystery of their biology, but as I learn more, the mysteries only proliferate with even greater fecundity than the creatures themselves." That was when I felt a wet heat envelop my crotch and still-hard cock. The coffee-colored face of Sara - one of Cara's progeny was in my lap and giving me a loving, tender blowjob. I moaned in delight, pausing in my musings. The sleek, young Phillipino beauty had mastered the multi-tongue technique that her parent had used on my cock, but now - with a much longer manhood, she was able to deep-throat me to much greater effect with the larger area my cock now extended. The warm ripples and wet caresses sent my brain into a fog. I clutched Sara's head and stroked her soft, dark hair as she pistoned her mouth on my member. "You're a spectacular man," Her sister Tara said, as she approached me from behind. "Someone of your awesome virility could never be satisfied with just one woman." She pressed her naked C-cups into my back, moaning as she deliberately inflated herself, C becoming D - then Double-D as I felt a slow creep of warm femininity growin ever more buxom pressing up against me. "It's what men have craved for eons, though few will admit it," Clarissa said, freckled sister to Clarice, the progeny of Clara. "Think of it; a harem loyal only to you, that will enlarge continuously with new, fresh faces. We crave sex with you even more than you crave it with us. This is what you have now." "Only what you deserve, Master." darker-skinned Tara said as she took my hand and brought it down to her hot young snatch. "Feel how wet I am, wet for you, Master. We are the faithful servants of your potent, male sex-drive." "And you know now... that we could never be a threat to men..." Moaned Clarice from where she writhed on my desk in the narcotic bliss that came from absorbing my cum. "You've studied us... you must know that." All I knew was that I would keep fucking them for as long as I could safely do so. One of my many machines, an ADVIA 1650 had finished analyzing my own blood sample and beeped to announce completion of its task. But I could not tend to the machine - as my own orgasm was upon me. The shifter Sara had deftly brought me to yet another climax that carried me away from worry and doubt on a white-hot river of sensuous delights as my massive cock spurted down Sara's throat. I must have jetted forth my sperm for almost twenty seconds, and the hormones of pleasure that it released kept me in a stupor of joy for who know how long. But it was long enough for my Shifter harem to strip me naked and rub their nude, moist pussies against my body. But no... I had to... had to check te results. Sliding over my chair a few feet away to the furniture-sized robotic instrument I quickly pulled up its computer read-out. Earlier, I had studied Claire, the original ancestor of these four, and had found her body awash with something that looked like estrogen, but with weird side-groups stuck onto the molecule that defied chemical analysis. Here too, in my own blood was something that resembled testosterone, a lot of testosterone - yet with those inscrutable side-groups. While I could not directly analyze their properties, I could recognize them. It had to have come from the aliens. And testosterone levels this high seemed only likely for an entire football team in a second puberty! It was of course, biologically impossible, yet there it was. "You... somehow you've infected me with an alien super-hormone," I leveled a finger accusingly at my naked harem. "All to turn me into some kind of Bull-Stud that will feed you the sperm you need to grow and breed." "It's natural." Insisted Sara. "Your true potential realized!" "You're a super-man!" mouthed Clarice. "We worship your male power!" "It's your destiny!" Explained Tara. "You've got what most men only dream about!" Clarissa said, enthused. "No...no... I... I can't allow this - " I shook my head. I can't allow myself to be compromised like this. I won't allow it!" "Please Master! You know we need your sperm!" bemoaned Clarice. "Yes, and I'll feed you my semen in some kind of separate cup. I can't let you transform me into some sperm-factory. "But Master!" wailed Sara. "NO! And If I'm really your Master, then you'll all return to the enclosure right now!" I said with commanding dignity, my own nakedness notwithstanding. The girls looked stricken and panicked, but one by one they filed back into the plexiglass enclosure to be sealed in - apparently they really did have a psychological imperative to obey their man-master. Heh, that alone was proof they weren't human. I had to regain control, regain myself, and get back on track! "Noooo!!!" Wailed Tara, "We're meant to be the living vessels of your lust!" "Your fucktoys!" screamed Sara. Clarissa protested; "It's not enough to only drink sperm; I'll go crazy unless I copulate with a man every two days!" "I need you inside me, Master!" protested Clarice as she fondled her tits. " Yet none of them disobeyed. They allowed me to seal them back inside. As I resolved to regain control... Body Shifters: C.L.A.I.R.E. Ch. 03 "Cherry-Pie; with extra napkins." I breathed luridly into the receiver of my wireless phone as I paced back and forth through my lonely, sparse, and untidy apartment. That was the code word for two prostitutes. I had to have an extra one this time. As long as you were content to never, ever be in the limelight, there were certain perks that came with working for an agency that didn't exist with billion- dollar budgets. The number that I dialed, the extension that I used, and a series of code-words could get me a great many luxuries through illicit back channels and covert cut-outs. That was how 'The Agency' operated, multiple layers of secrecy and misdirection with cover-stories, fall-guys, and 'clean-up crews'every step of the way. I didn't know where the women would come from, didn't need to know; just as they would never be able to ferret out the identity of those hiring them. This was an opportunity that I had never availed myself of before; I had always maintained notions of higher motives, always tried to picture myself as a pure creature of reason and intellect that had risen above base animal needs. Until now. Until I worked out a way to counter the alien super-hormone that was burning in my blood; I had to have an outlet for release. My penis had doubled in size in one month, and I could feel the weight of my balls; and it was growing difficult to remember what it felt like to actually have a limp dick. Only elastic sweat-pants could be comfortable now, with my raging ten-inches of hardened manmeat thrusting boldly at all hours of the day and night. I had ripped my home computer out of the wall in disgust, internet porn had failed me; I just couldn't jack-off fast enough, couldn't get enough stimulation to REALLY cum. However much I tried, it always felt like I had much too much cum left over. And I'd tried a variety of hookers. So I had to up the ante. Well, despite the painful distraction of my bull-cock pressing against my pants, I had still been able to get a little work done; and had forwarded some data, and recommendations for further experiments to the Review Board. If I really delivered, if I continued to produce useful discoveries of practical application, then the unseen masters that controlled 'The Agency' would have no problem arranging multiple prostitutes every night sent to my address. It would continue to be set up through illicit channels of dark secrecy that I didn't need to understand. I brooded for a few tense minutes. Suspecting that my report, and preliminary findings would be enough to satisfy the Board. I had of course, omitted any admission of sexual contact with the alien research subjects. But it was enough for an early report. I gripped my throbbing cock, knowing what I needed; but daring not to take that step. I would not allow the creatures; the shifters to touch me again. I had dubbed them Polymimeticus gynotrophia, and had to try and banish their memory, try not to think of them as women, tried not to remember the bliss of a blowjob from a woman who can grow three tongues on demand! My hips bucked, and my ten-inches of steely cock throbbed as I grunted in frustration. BRRZZZZTT But that was the doorbell, and with alacrity that surprised even me, I leapt to open it. The first was a shorter girl in skin-tight leopard skin spandex with a leather jacket over her upper body, but opened in the middle to reveal a Victoria's Secret push-up she was wearing as a top. Her hair was a neat, bright red chin- length bob that was probably a wig. She had sunglasses that changed color as the lighting shifted. Her partner was a taller girl with a noticeably wide ass barely contained in blue vinyl short-shorts and nylons that exposed and enhanced her long svelte legs down to her red high-heels. She had a fishnet tanktop that covered a pink bikini that scantily covered her D-cup boobs. Her hair was dyed orange with black, horizontal stripes. "The Lady or the Tiger; And I picked the ladies..." I breathed with a grin. The red-head paused as she stared pointedly at my gigantic cock tenting my sweat pants before speaking in a Brooklyn accent. "What we was told was th- " I was on her, my lips pressed to hers and my hands down her skirt, with another hand on her partner's ass. ********** I didn't appreciate their clothes for long, but I was a man in conflict - I could not decide between the redhead's boobs ( close to a Double-D) Or the taller girl's ass (To make a rapper whistle.) I was new at this and not quite sure of the best way to handle two women at once. Sprawling upon the couch, (too horny to bother dragging them to my bed) I battered my way into the taller gal's pussy while trying to bury my face in the chest of her red-headed partner. But admittedly, it was rather awkward to pound one pussy, while trying to wallow in the cleavage of the next girl. The two whores yelped as I changed positions. The Taller one with the tiger-striped hair; I still wasn't done with her pussy, so I hugged her close to me, crushingly tight, so I could wrap my legs around her, thrust into the hot core between her thighs, and lock my legs in place around her ass. But this still left arm length for me to caress and grope her red-headed partner. They were seasoned professionals, but I could tell that in spite of that, I was getting to them. I bottomed out Tiger-lady just shy of my maximum length, and I could see her eyes bulging, never before had she been filled so deeply, so completely. "He's... huge... beyond huge... so hard! So deep!!" wailed the tall prostitute as my rod burrowed deeper, amidst slickening trails of girlcum. I grasped the redhead also, pinching, teasing, twisting nipples. Soon enough, my pumping meat was so slickened, so aroused that it seemed as though my pelvis pumped into the panting whore of its own accord. "Why don't I get up and dance for you, stud?" said the Brooklyn-accented pro with the red wig. And she did. She thrust, and teased, and began to slide off her bra-top bit by tantalizing bit. She was truly a pro - probably a stripper in her last gig. But when she bent over, began to wiggle and jiggle her ass at me, I seemed to lose control; a red haze of roaring lust descended over me; and I knew that even if my intellect wished it; my body was so aroused that I could not stop pumping, thrusting, rutting into the tiger-haired girl with the wide hips. She must have felt it; my manmeat was so rigid, so inflamed, so powerful that the condom ruptured within her. But from the way she was shaking as my wayward thighs jack-hammered her moist womanhood; she could not muster up the will to resist any more than I could; we had both been captured by the furies of my alien-powered sex-drive. While one stripper danced, I plowed the pussy of the other. I did not fuck until I reached climax; I kept blasting away at her stretched portal until the woman beneath me grew limp with exhaustion; I had lost track of how many times she had cum; my pelvis slick with female juices. I too had - and had been cumming. But something was wrong. I would cum, and get almost no relief; Dry heaves. Short Draws. Some strange element was missing. My exertions seemed to do very little to quench my manic hunger. It was all too soon that the tiger-haired whore lay utterly limp; barely breathing, exhausted beyond tolerance. Disappointed, I arose, barely remembered to reapply an intact condom, and leapt upon her partner, who at the moment was staring in disbelief; as if she had never seen a male of my explosive potency. I was on her, I was in her. I couldn't say how long it lasted; roaring, sweating, grunting I pummeled her loose womb like an excavator chipping away to release his greatest joy - in my case simple sexual release. I must have come, I must have spurted many times; yet my orgasms were so puny and abortive that they served more to tease me. The hooker was lost to herself, thrashing and gurgling as her pussy splashed my cock again with girlcum as a spine-tingling climax was torn from her yet again. I speared her with my raging manhood until the other, taller hooker began to stir again. By now, red-head had gone limp- it was a wig; she had dull brown tightly-bound hair underneath. And so it was; I rotated between the two women as soon as one of them was rested enough to begin to twitch, then she would be impaled once again upon my insatiable tower of inflamed libido. It was wrong, it was madness, it was more damnation than delight, but my erupting manhood was in control now. After an interminable length of creaky bedsprings, sweat-drenched sheets and ever-weaker moans from the tiger-girl, I resolved yet again to return to her partner; I had already ruptured three condoms in both women, so there was no purpose now in taking further precautions, but when my rampant, rigid ten-inches of run-away manhood turned back towards the naked whore trying to re-apply her red wig; she pulled a small, compact pistol on me. "You...you're insane! You're some kinda monster!! Do you...*gasp* know how long you've been at it?" I was aware of daylight streaming in through the window but I couldn't be bothered; I was still not satisfied! I hadn't REALLY cum! "I need a woman. I need to be inside you." "You need...*pant* medical attention!!" Her grip on the pistol wavered. Death and Sex. Again, the razor's edge balance. I leapt at her low, and came up within the reach of her arms, my hand gripping her wrist, and twisting the gun loose. My mouth enveloped hers, and I pressed her against the wall. I did not thrust into her again, instead I toyed and teased her naked nipples, brushed my rigid rod against her engorged clit, held her too tightly to allow her to run, while I slowly built up her arousal. The close struggle proceeded for several minutes until the hooker moaned, and I knew I had won. I speared her again, my meat as hard as ever; I wailed in primal heat as I felt the warm caress of her wet labial lips sliding past my member - for the umpteenth time. I took more time, savoring the feel of my steely shaft buried into her dripping womanhood; knowing that the whore would flee after this fucking. I thrust deep, resolving to get the most out of this sweat-stained copulation. Grunting, gripping her hips tightly, I tried to lock into my memory the feel of my iron-hard cock thrust so deep into the moist folds of her wet womanhood. I needed this! I needed more and more of this! Needed wet pussies to bottom-out inside of! Each thrust, each rut was precious as I rocked the walls with the fury of our mating. All too soon, came the specter of exhaustion, however. Her orgasms were far weaker, and drier than they'd been during the night, and her stamina was declining rapidly; but this time; I experienced a similar problem. I released her, and slid to all fours. I wasn't as young as I used to be; and found my exerted body far behind my cock in terms of staying power. Yet still I was hard; but my limbs refused to move; the marathon sex had drained me. But it had not drained my desire. The hooker crawled away. Her partner had long since fled my apartment in fear. "I've never... said this before... to a John....but you... you're more Man than I can handle... don't know what kind of radioactive Viagra you're taking.... but I'm not enough... I don't think any Working Girl would be enough..." "That's why....hired... two hookers...tonight..." Still too tired, could barely stand anymore, much less grasp the wayward woman. "I don't think...*pant* the whole Bunny Ranch could satisfy you!" She crawled away, out the bedroom. "NOOO! Still horny!" I gripped my turgid manmeat. It was amazing; my orgasms had been so weak that - that it was as if my body was producing sperm faster than I could cum! I was exhausted, but if anything this morning I felt hornier than the night before! "I need.... to penetrate....something soft, smooth, female..." "You Dick! That's what you've been doing for ten hours straight!" "Need you...need to be... inside your pussy..." I reached for her. "No way... I don't know... what you need; but it ain't normal!" She was staggering out the door; I tried to follow. "Pay you...double your fee..." But they were gone. Both gone without taking any money period! (I suspect my secret masters will compensate them through secret channels.) Before drifting into a wearied slumber, I took a moment to reflect that I had just tackled a woman with a gun! At that moment, my need to penetrate something female had been greater than any sense of self-preservation! I snarled out loud as I gripped my throbbing ten-inches, squirming in torment from the ardent demands of the super-testosterone that was simmering in my loins. There was a burning instinct that would cause me to risk anything....anything for the chance to inject my seed into a sleek, young female. But it hadn't been enough! Not nearly... Was this to be my life? Screwing a different woman each night, non-stop fucking hour after hour until she fled in terror from the impossible demands of my alien-enhanced penis? But I knew. I knew what I REALLY needed. ********** In case of severe breaches; my secured laboratory could of course, be sealed tight against virtually all intrusion or escape; but in addition, in the outer hallway there was a small screen and keyboard which, when fed the right combination of numbers, would activate. This provided the researchers with a means of scouting out the lab first, in case of danger from an unusual specimen. I could check before walking into the room if whatever Area-51-reject I was experimenting on was lurking in hiding waiting to pounce; or check on any other potential risks. But that's not what I saw. The sensors said that all of my lovely little Polymimeticus girls remained in their enclosure. They were not starving, I had been able to calculate their DNA consumption rate and time their indirect feedings of my sperm to make sure they got what they needed - surviving yes, happy no. Within the enclosure, I saw myself. Labcoat and all. Except that my coat was open, and a dick at least a foot long jutted fiercely. Clarice...or Clarissa...was gyrating herself upon a steel pole and raised wooden platform that I was quite sure had never been a part of the equipment inside their confinement. "Shake it honey!" One of the Shifters boomed out in a perfect copy of my voice as the copy of my cock bobbed in the air. Probably Sara or Tara. Clarice gyrated her heart-shaped ass and spanked herself playfully as she waved it in my doppleganger's face. "I think you can do better than that!" Now, a female voice was speaking from my lips; it sounded like Sara. "Human women need wide hips to convince men on a primal level of their fertility, I think you can really push the envelope!" Sara's voice said from my body. "Alright, but stay in Character!" Clarice insisted as her ass plumped up with a shimmy, enlarging about three inches. Her hipbones seemed to widen as well as an afterthought, creating a flaring, perfect butterfly shape that aroused my deepest male urges. "Oh Clarice, I'm so horny; I've just got to have you baby!" My clone grunted in my own voice again. 'He' grasped Clarice and hauled her off the stage, and began to penetrate her from behind right away. The freckled, dark-haired girl moaned and squealed in delight. But my clone soon disengaged; and morphed quickly back into the form of a naked Asian woman with coffee-colored skin, perky tits, and sleek legs. "Why did you break it off?" Questioned Clarice. "It's too frustrating!" Sara insisted. "It reminds me too much that the Master has rejected us!" "That's not true!" Said another voice I couldn't place. The small wooden stage melted away into a pale, freckled mass that soon coalesced into Clarissa; Clarice's identical twin. "He's just uncertain about the normal, natural increase in his manhood, but he'll come around! We just have to be sexier for him! We'll work it out; we can figure out how big our boobs need to be, and how wide our asses should be, and the best way to arouse him! He'll return, and he'll fuck us; you'll see!" The metal pole began to widen, wiggle, and fill out into the shape of an Asian-Philipino teenage beauty contestant. "And when he does, I'll get first crack at him!" Tara said. "YOU?! NO WAY!!" argued Clarissa. "He LOVES to fuck me up the ass! Even more than my sister! He'll grab me, and moan, and impale me on his mighty shaft!" "Hey wait a sec - " Clarice interrupted. "Hah! He won't be able to!" Argued Tara as she licked her lips. "He's giving every last sperm cell to ME when I give him one of my spectacular blowjobs! I have it down to an art! It'll be hours before he has anything to shoot up your ass!" It was time to put an end to this speculation. The outer barricade slid open at the touch of my handprint and I strode, sweat-pants tenting back into my lab again. The look on my face must have seemed savage, enraged to an onlooker. My need was so intense.... They all stopped conversation. Staring at me, recognizing the expression in my eyes, and realizing that there was a chance at more than just a cup of sperm in a sterile container. And then came the posturing. All of their breasts seemed to inflate almost instantly into perfect, handful D-cups; able to encompass my resting hand's grasp with ease. But Clarice (who had vowed that I would fuck her first) decided to up the ante. I saw her aureoles press forward towards me, as her breasts lengthened into more of a Double-D. But Sara must have noticed, and her tits soon expanded past that point, where they must have reached six inches from her chest at their widest point - reaching an E-cup. But Clarissa, not to be outdone puffed herself up and outwards; her boobs widening more than lengthening, from the diameter of coffee-mugs, to the width of coasters, until her full, soft, jiggling mounds seemed as wide as party balloons. She pressed them into the glass with a sultry moan. Unwilling to be left out, Tara gave a series of grunts, as her breasts bloomed to outrageous porno-proportions, she and her sister Sara eying each other, pushing their cup-size steadily upwards in a perverse game of one-upsmanship - or upswomanship, I wasn't sure. Soon, they were both the size of twin soccer balls and still inflating. But Clarice had a clever plan. Kissing at me through the Plexiglas she began rubbing the area under her own E-cups, and in moments a new pair of supernumerary breasts emerged under the first; equal in size and double the sexy. She now had four to the others' two. And I could tell her nipples were engorged with milk. Clarice licked her lips lustily. I stood before the door of the enclosure; the lust-haunting snarl on my face speaking volumes. Sara seemed to be whispering what sounded like a prayer. "Pleaselethimfuckmefuckmefuckmedeeeep!" She bemoaned softly in supplication to an unseen higher power. "M-Master." Clarice began. I stared at her outrageous bosom and panted. "You must believe that we will bring you only pleasure." "We will obey you in all things!" Insisted Tara. Heh, try to get a human woman to express that sentiment! I looked them each in the eye one by one. I had rationalized it to myself. They were willing to serve me, willing to obey, and I found myself less and less afraid of having a massive bull-cock with the sex-drive of an entire Football team. I used my handprint and security code to open the enclosure. ********** I grabbed Clarice first, my mammoth manmeat eager to plunder her womanly treasures. But I also decided to turn the tables on Sara, who had boasted about her incredible ability to give blowjobs. Within the padded floor of the enclosure, I pushed Clarice and her four boobs to the ground, and she offered nothing but squeals of delight as I spread her legs and began to thrust. But Sara, I grasped up Sara and thrust my tongue into the folds of her hot pussy. Remembering to nibble and tease her hard clit as I thrust my tongue throughout the crevasse of her womanhood. At first, there was a tangy, faint, almost fishy taste; but Sara deliberately secreted some kind of sugary additive to give her Master a taste treat as I ate her out. Now it was her hand stroking my head, and her moans of delight, all the while I continued to thrust into the liquid joy of Clarice's pussy, while reaching down to tease, stroke and caress her vast bosom. I could slap one breast, and send the others careening and reverberating against each other in a move that had the slutty little shifter quivering in bliss as my Meat slammed her between the legs. Body Shifters: C.L.A.I.R.E. Ch. 03 My chin slick with Sara's female lubrication, I turned to the remaining members of my harem. "Masturbate for me." I ordered. Smiling wickedly, both Clarissa and Tara produced from their hands long thick, powerful-looking red dildos with my name 'Darrien' etched in raised letters on the surface. Part of their own body, but nonetheless made to resemble latex. They extended their toys to match my ten-inch length, then thrust within their own pussies. They Spread their legs to thrust forward their naked pussies towards me, already gorged with arousal, moaning as they waved their crotches at me in lurid invitation. Each dildo slammed home, as they jacked themselves to my namesake. There was a rightness, a sense of relief from thrusting into a shifter pussy, the wet warmth of Clarice's lower lips feeling like a second home to me. And I knew that she would not be disappointed that I had cum so soon, and so hard, spurting at long last into her female depths. Strange... blowing a great gout of manseed into Clarice's pussy seemed only to excite me! It was not a sensation of total relief and gratification, but rather an ecstasy that enlivened me! I felt ready to take on the world! Or more to the point, the next three pussies. Now, it was Sara's turn, and I pushed her to the same spread-leg position as my still-eager shaft struck deep into her feminine core. Clarice was squirming and gurgling like a crack-addict on the High of her life as her alien body absorbed my genetic material. I pulled her towards me, and began to suck the milk from her four tits. Rich lactate bathed my tongue with the sweetness of vanilla ice cream, and a nutty wholesome quality unequaled through any normal food-product. From Sara's pussy, I achieved both arousal and a sense of power; I was beyond a Rock-Star, I was a god of sex to these lusty entities who would do anything to serve my libido. And soon, I too was writhing in mind-addled pleasure from the natural joy of male ejaculation. Sara was relishing the thick ropes of potent semen I had injected her with, and we both quivered in delight. Clarissa and Tara came to my side and it took barely a brush from Tara's pussy before my shaft became rock-hard again. "FUCK ME MAAASTER!!!" wailed Clarissa as she straddled my pelvis. No foreplay needed, she simply ached for my cock. The way her pussy swirled around my member, it was as if she was willing me to orgasm. She took my hands and put them upon her vast breasts with engorged nipples. "Grope my tits, Master!" Far too soon I was over the edge. My hips raised both of us from the floor as my white torrent of sperm bathed her eager womb for almost ten seconds of constant flow. Her eyes widened in delight, as if my cock was giving her pleasures beyond her belief. After that there was an expert blowjob by Tara, as Clarissa collapsed into her delirious ecstasy. Somehow, my little Asian shifter concubine had found a way to encircle me with her mouth, lick my cock with three tongues, and maintain gusts of cool airflow to give added stimulation to my overworked member. Yet, even as my ropes of life-giving cum jetted down her throat, I knew instinctively it was not the end. And so my harem lay sprawled in their enclosure, twitching and moaning, eyes far-staring in delight. They would be able to grow now, my fertilization of their bodies sending them floating off into narcotic ecstasy that gave me an added sense of male potency. The effect I had on them! The adoration from these nympho-aliens! It gave me such a burst of confidence that somehow, despite it all, my penis stirred once more. Laughing, I remembered Clarice's boast from earlier. And so I crawled to her, and with a smile on my face, turned her over and began raping her ass. All the girls were still caught up in their Sperm-High, and so Clarice could offer only giggles of delight in response as I thrust between her cheeks vigorously; she was tight, yet working my way into her took less effort than I suspected. Blasting at last one final load deep into her rectum, I could finally sleep the exhausted sleep of the limp-dicked. ********** I was at home, several weeks later. Two busty redheads with copious freckles and curly hair were servicing me. One was busily filming a home video for erotic pleasures later on, with tripod and all of me being deep-throated by her twin freckled red-head. She had formed on her head a crooked, black hat that I took to be a movie director's cap. They were Clarice's progeny; Clio and Elise. Both had a habit of incessant giggling, and a deep love of anal sex. My head was cradled in the lap of one of Sara's spawn. Mara and Pharrah, both girls with coppery skin and hawk-like noses who resembled Native-American women in their resting state. I still hadn't solved the mystery of Polymimeticus genetic reassortment. These two were feeding me candied Cherries from a ceramic bowl and caressing my head as though I were some rare treasure. To them, perhaps. "You... you don't have to do that..." I reminded Mara. The shifter girl looked puzzled. "Do you not enjoy our services, Master?" "Of course I do, but you are all sentient beings of high intelligence. What you're doing feels wonderful, but you could go off and live your own lives." "Oh no," Pharrah moaned. "Our instinct compels to serve and pleasure a man. Since you are the Sire-Master for our lineage, we each crave the opportunity to serve as your personal whores." "And so we must do everything in our power to increase your pleasure." Confirmed Mara. "Erhh.. well, only if you were going to anyway..." The sounds of Clio suckling my cock were loud in the room. Pharrah fed me another cherry. "The Master is thinking about making us leave again;" Mara complained. "We must serve him better from now on!" She said harshly to her cousins. She gestured at the Red-heads. "Maybe if these two knew how to give a proper blow-job, then our Master wouldn't be dissatisfied!" "Now I never said - " "We'll beat you at your own game, BITCH!!" challenged Elise, behind the camera, as Clio made a moaning sound in affirmation, unable to speak as she was with my penis in her mouth. "We'll learn all tricks in the book! The Master already prefers to fuck our asses over yours; soon he'll turn to us and OUR progeny when he wants a blow-job!" Elise sneered, green-eyes narrowing. "Please, stop arguing.... you are causing me....distress." That word was my secret weapon. I could reel in any of my wayward shifters. Their eyes widened and they stopped arguing, Elise abandoned her camera as all three began to plaster me with apologetic kisses. Clio rubbed my balls tenderly. "We're sorry Master! We'll do better!" Insisted Mara. "We'll work even harder to bring you pleasures!" promised Elise. Clio grunted something supportive with my cock in her mouth. From an ecological perspective, I was starting to understand them. Instead of fighting or foraging for food and mates as most creatures did, Polymimeticus gynotrophia sought out symbiosis with male organisms, their competition, their Darwinian struggle was determined by how much sperm they absorbed. They had to master the animal phenomenon of Mate Choice. If you depended on sperm for both survival and reproduction, then it meant for these girls, Pleasure WAS Business. I kinda wished I could give them a vacation. A honey-blond woman about twenty years old seemingly wearing pumps and a red lingerie top appeared in the doorway with a pile of folded shirts. "I heard raised voices; Is there any special service I can render to appease you, Master?" It was Aria, one of Tara's progeny. When Tara split, she had formed a pair of honey-blond, All-American-looking teenage beauties that seemed like a genetic throwback to Claire, the original ancestor of this population. These girls seemed preoccupied with domestic chores and hard work. "Uh... no I think we're fine now." I assured Aria. She nodded. "Master, my sister Tiffany and I work very hard for you, but keep in mind that at any time, we would love it if if you would just throw us to the ground and ravish our bodies." "Oh yes Master!" Chimed in Tiffany; appearing in the doorway. She was sweaty from working outdoors on the lawn. I tried to tell her that I lived in an apartment and that the lawn service was the landlord's responsibility; but she insisted on helping out anyway. "Alright; it's true that I've been worried about whether Tiffany has been getting enough sperm; so after Clio has her fill; I would like to fuck Tiffany, and Aria." The two blondes leapt with joy. As if on cue, Clio began to intensify her efforts, and I felt a surge within me; a white-hot eruption of liquid pleasure was building, and I moaned, while red- headed Clio cooed, slurping my penis with yet more vigor. My cry of pleasure was strained as the orgasm tore through me. Vast gouts of hot, live sperm jetted from my great shaft; Clio's entire mouth was filled, and she swallowed, eager for more as I continue to spurt. My volume was enormous, I suspected that my routine semen production would have been enough for a female whale! But my Shifters always wanted more. It should have concerned me more, but with added volume came added pleasure as well! Each climax was more pulse-pounding, more exciting than the last. When Clio collapsed in her sperm-euphoria, she had still not captured the totality of my male spew, but Pharrah and Elise with their long tongues ensured that none went to waste. But when she disengaged from me, her mouth slid off of a great bull-cock at least a foot long. And I was all too aware that my balls where now somewhere between a grapefruit and cantaloupe in size, and so tight! Clio would be squealing in pleasure for about five minutes now. And here, we had a problem. I had worried earlier about the effects of the super-testosterone the girls had infected me with, but the torturous needs of my enlarged sex drove me back to my shifter harem. And here, there would be conflict. I noticed that as I became more and more virile, sex with me became even more pleasurable. The bigger I was, the greater their enjoyment. I knew that Clio would be writhing in a coma of pleasure for more than five minutes after absorbing a load that big from me. But if my cock kept getting bigger, it would very soon be impossible to appear in public! I had been contemplating ways to reverse the process, strategizing what I might do; but... the girls... the semen of their Sire- Master was the greatest joy of their lives! What might they do if they feared their livelihood was being taken away? Tiffany arrived, and her work-clothes melted away into the sweaty nudity of a semi-athletic girl in her early twenties with the figure and beauty of a high- priced call-girl. My cock rapidly sprang to life. Even though I had already ejaculated more today than all of last year combined; my hyper-penis was still not done by far. I was sleeping with the enemy; and I knew these creatures would do anything...anything to retain me as their stud. "Oh, I almost forgot, Master..." Elise said as she reached for the wireless phone. She began dialing one of the secret, covert extensions used to leave clandestine messages by my secret employers. She handed me the receiver. There was a single message left in a secured voicemail box. "Southwest Fajitas. Extra Hot Sauce." Proclaimed a voice scrambled with sophisticated electronics. I was flabbergasted! "Wha - that was the code signal that means.... it means that my research is to continue with a 20% increase in funding! But...but..." "Board meetings are a real snore;" complained Mara, as she popped a candied cherry into my mouth. But I was able to provide data convincing them of the value of your work, and that you were making progress." "By..by...impersonating me... AT A BOARD MEETING!! OH HELL!!! THE QUARTERLY REVIEW WAS YESTERDAY AND I...." "Have nothing to worry about. We handled it for you." Pharrah insisted. "We learn fast, observe everything, and are very adaptable." Tiffany crawled up my body, sultry, cat-like as she readied herself for our copulation. "We are your true allies, Master. Soon, you'll understand that you can use us, for anything!" This naked goddess could no doubt command thousands of dollars an hour as an elite-VIP call girl; yet here she was, professing her undying loyalty and lust to me. Scoreboard: Shifters - 2 My scientific, rational objectivity - 0. ********** But I did not entirely abandon my work. I began thinking that the key to understanding shifters; and the key to... well, controlling them, might lie in analyzing the mutant variant of testosterone I'd found in my own blood. I had gradually smuggled my harem back to my home, of course. I was supposed to be studying ONE alien shapeshifter; if it was discovered there were more, then I might need to answer too many questions. Luckily, scientists like me working on classified projects like this enjoyed considerable autonomy if we requested it. I adjusted my sweatpants again, as the superhuman sexual prowess I was cursed with continued unabated. If anything, my urges had grown but stronger. I could discipline myself to focus on my scientific investigations still, but otherwise I was starting to lose interest in my hobbies, and many of the T.V. shows I used to enjoy. These days, I had three basic personal interests: Fucking my alien women - 1.) In the Pussy; 2.) In the Ass; 3.) In the Mouth And of late, Options 2 and 3 would vie for importance with each other. I stared over at the enclosure, feeling a fourth interest developing. The Polymimeticus woman who had named herself Clio, from Clarice's lineage these days had grown into a statuesque fitness model, the final stage of her life cycle, like a living muscle fetish come to life to seduce me. Not to mention breast fetish. No human woman so tall and muscular could maintain breasts that could so easily contain gallon jugs of liquid. Her nipples seemed to thrust at me deliberately. Clio's determination to not only satisfy my liking for anal sex, but also to defeat Sara's lineage in their mastery of blowjobs had given her an edge in the struggle to seduce out of me my sperm, and she was the first of her generation to split. The pattern I had fallen into these days was to bring to work whichever shifter seemed closest to Fission. That way I could continue to gather more data about the still-baffling Polymimeticus reproduction. Yes, I could see it happen but...the DNA, the cellular architecture... the ions....still made no sense. And I always relished what was necessary to push them over the edge. Of course, I knew better than to go anywhere for any length of time without a Shifter with me. My sexual needs had grown so volcanic that I feared for the safety of human women in my presence. If I should be stranded somewhere...without a Shifter to handle the burden of my lusts... well, let's just say I felt it prudent to protect human women from my own urges. I entered the enclosure yet again and went straight to Clio's breasts. The mammoth feminine globes obscured my vision as I licked and fondled them. A bulging nipple spurted fiercely into my mouth a sweet variety of nutritious flavors. I suspected that I was already addicted to this 'Shifter Milk' which did indeed contain Lactose, but the Shifter seemed able to add to its composition at will. It was a devious tactic; not only did I need them to relieve my explosive sexual urges, I could also easily come to depend upon them for my basic food needs. My analysis revealed that a human could feed on this substance as a sole nutrient source and suffer no nutritional deficiency. I rationalized it as I groped the tall, over-busty amazon, her breasts so soft, yet so firm and natural feeling. I would continue to work towards a way to control the alien hormones they infected me with, so I told myself that I could neutralize a chemical dependency on this substance. I had no doubt that her milk would also increase my libido, and indeed it wasn't long before the demands of my cock surged to the forefront of my thoughts. Clio stroked my head, cooing and moaning with the joy of pleasing her man- master and the gratification of her lactation instinct. There was none of the judgmental rejection I would have experienced from a human woman taller than myself; if anything the final stage of Shifter life only sharpened their desire for me. She moaned again and her breasts seemed to plump up at least another inch; though I'd been draining her milk for over a minute - she no doubt would work hard to produce all the milk I could possibly consume. Finally, I signaled my readiness by gripping her silky-smooth ass cheeks firmly. We disengaged, and she postured herself on all fours to be mounted. I thrust into my alien lover, her pussy wet and ready - my hips thrusting, my hands gripping her pelvis. It was a fierce, animalistic style of mating that many of my girls preferred at this stage of Polymimeticus life. I reveled in the hot, silken delight of her sex, knowing that my penis would never grow too large for them. There was none of the coy giggling or squealing of my girls in their younger stage; Both our expressions were savage. My cock twitched, and Clio gave a bestial howl in anticipation of the reward to come. "LIIIIIIIFE!!" She shouted, knowing that in moments, her Cycle would be complete. A cry of strangled joy was torn from me as thick ropes of hot seed blasted from my member, eagerly absorbed by her pumping pussy. Long before the orgasm was half over, my brain was pickled in delirious ecstasy. Surge after creamy surge rocketed into her, before I collapsed in sheer delight. Her body would ripple, and stretch, her arms and breasts would double, until - Two smooth and perfect teenage girls with lustrous red hair and pearlescent skin smiled before me as I sprawled in pleasure. They had none of the freckles of their forebear. Their sculpted, aquiline faces and cheerleader-toned physiques with perfect handful-D cup boobs could have earned them million-dollar modeling contracts in Paris or New York; yet they smiled at me with a loving adoration that would have taken years to cultivate in a human. They would be content to serve as my concubines. Each of the eerily perfect girls embraced me; and the competition normal for their species had begun, each girl kissing and caressing me, trying to express absolute affection and wanton lust all at once. I opened my arms and they slid to either side of me to continue their loving ministrations. "I love you more than she does," Both girls whispered simultaneously in my ear. I only chuckled as they pressed themselves against me. "I'm Leona," chimed the Shifter embraced by my right arm. "I'm Sienna," chirped the Shifter embraced by my left arm. "I'm still horny." I proclaimed, I could literally feel my balls tightening with increased semen production, my cock not even bothering to go limp. And I loved it. But it was alright; I would be able to control the super-testosterone, and find a formula to remove my addiction to their milk; wouldn't I? ********** Time passed, but I still forced myself to go to work; but I was still concerned. I hadn't really cracked the mystery of Shifter biology; and the dying embers of my objectivity warned me against totally trusting a creature I couldn't entirely explain or understand. I was sitting at one of my supercomputers interfaced with a secured portion of the Agency's intranet. My cock was getting hard again, but rather than dump another load into the Shifter I'd brought to study today; I tapped into a secret camera network that I had installed in my apartment. I was worried, in my younger days with the Agency, that they might be spying on me at home; and since my extensive knowledge included more than just biology; I had secretly wired my house, and managed to connect the cameras through a hidden protocol to a portion of Intranet that I had secretly encoded, so far without discovery. Body Shifters: C.L.A.I.R.E. Ch. 03 My living room was awhirl with activity. Thirteen of my Polymimeticus girls were socializing together, and I was able to see and hear their discourse. Melissa, a strawberry-blond, blue-eyed beauty from Clarissa's lineage was perusing several Maxim magazines, Victoria's Secret Catalogs, and Playboys. When she saw one of the human supermodels, her makeup would shift colors in an instant to match, and her hair writhed and twisted to match the length and style of the women she observed. One of my aliens had turned into a copy of me again, and was laying on a cushioned pallet while a brunette with a white stripe (a genetic throwback to Cara and Clara) was pounding her/my back, a third hand was holding up an instruction manual on deep-tissue massage. "We've got to work on increasing the Master's pleasure beyond just sex! He must enjoy our presence every moment of every day! Then, he'll give himself to us." "He still goes to work; I want him here!" complained a buxom blond with deep blue eyes. "We need to show him that we can handle all of his work!" "He still doesn't fully trust us." Said the Shifter copying my body laying on the pallet, speaking in a chirpy, female voice. That provoked a groan from a freckled red head sitting on the floor. She was from Elise's lineage, Lisann by name. She was reading a book entitled; 'PLEASE YOUR MAN IN BED'. She was angry. "Doesn't he understand yet that we would NEVER harm a man! We just want to pleasure him, serve him, and FUCK him! Forever...and ever..." Lisann began massaging her engorged pussy. "I still think the answer is to convince him to fuck us more." Said Ariel, an exotic-looking pale woman with jet-black hair, and sultry, high-cheek-boned features. She was of Aria's lineage, a very curious and thoughtful alien nympho-slut. "I need to work out the perfect breast size, she said to her twin, Anya. "Hmm.... the trick is to give yourself boobs big enough to create a sense of bountiful fertility..." Anya's chest filled out through the alphabet from a handful D-cup -sprouting two inches between breaths, with nipples thickening, her cleavage deepened - boobs pushing against each other as they plumped up and outwards and created a long valley between them, in seconds her cleavage was large enough to entirely conceal an index finger. "Yeah, but if you go too big; it becomes a joke!" Ariel said. She took a deep breath, and her boobs erupted outwards almost two-feet in three seconds. Soon, she had beachball-globes that she had to cradle in her arms. Anya shook her head. "The Master is a breast man, but at that point you get a little ridiculous. "I don't think they should be so big that his eyes have to wander to see them all." Anya's bosom flowed outwards until her juggs extended the entire span of a male human hand. "I don't think there's a hard and fast rule; and I only care about what will get my Master horny." Ariel rubbed her own melons, "I'll go just a little bigger than I think he'll want, and work it out from there." "It's a lot more complicated than that." Said Sienna, the elegant red-head I'd spawned two weeks ago. She was already in her call-girl, Porn-star middle stage of Shifter life. "To us, clothing means nothing; but to humans it has important cultural connotations our species doesn't always appreciate." Sienna's body formed a black vinyl cat-suit, followed by pink lingerie with push-up bra and long stockings. "But men are always craving naked women!" Insisted Anya. "Eventually;" corrected Sienna. "But clothing can be used as symbol of sex. Breast size is important, but we also have to find a balance between a man's desire for a naked woman, and the ability of clothing to send sex signals." That gave the three alien nymphos food for thought. "I think I've got it," Ariel announced. Her breasts widened, her nipples rose higher, her aureoles spread wide as a coffee mug, each total boob as large as a honey-dew melon, and her feet morphed into the appearance of ruby-red, high-heel shoes. The others nodded in approval. "These kinds of shoes are really all about sex and glamor;" The Shifter sagely realized. "And with the rest of me naked, I think it sends a powerful sexual signal! I just want him so aroused, that he can't stop himself, I want that slack- jawed reaction that men get when a woman wows them. I want him to be so overwhelmed that he just grabs me, throws me to the ground, and rapes my pussy over...and over.." Ariel groaned as she fondled her crotch. Her compatriots moaned and groped themselves in sympathetic lust. "Pin me down, and Jackhammer my cunt..." moaned Anya. "Grab me, Master..." Sienna rasped, eyes closed in yearning as she rubbed her nipples. "Force me to bear your seed; fertilize my body with your virile shaft! Ahhhhhhh!!" That was too much. Groaning with the force of my aroused libido, I slid away from the monitor of my super-computer, gripped my 13-inch cock, and lurched towards the enclosure, where I kept whichever Shifter was closest to Fission. She was taller than me, as they all were at the completion of their Cycle, she was sort of a brown-skinned Beyonce' look-alike; the type of woman eagerly recruited for rap videos; except that she was devoted to me, and my cock. And as the super-testosterone pickled my brain, I knew that I would fuck her until she spawned. She was aggressive, as many Shifters were near the end. She spread her legs, hooked her ankles around me as I entered the enclosure, and locked me in place at her pelvis as she grunted with need. "Oh please grope my tits, Master!" She insisted. My hands sank into pillowy boobs too large to encompass in my grasp, soft and full enough to submerge my fingers in buxom bounty. My cock sank into a pussy that parted to permit me access. And she - thrusting with her legs drove me forward as her hips bucked against my rutting rod. It was alright, I told myself. I would labor until I devised a medical treatment to counteract the effects of the alien super-hormone that had made me their sperm-stud. Yes. Someday, I would counter it. Except that I liked being a sperm-stud. My eyes bulged, manic laughter was torn from my throat from the ecstasy of this latest super-ejaculation when at last the time came. My white river of male potency flowed mightily into the open womb so eager to accept it. Shrieking her delight, my alien lover pressed her heels against my pelvis, forcing every last inch into her greedy sanctum. Deep, so deep I spurted. So deep was my delight. As I suspected, my sperm count had increased, and only one good fuck had been needed to give my lover what she needed. I clutched at my balls; there was a tingling - and I knew... I knew that my capacity for sex and sperm and lust would soon be greater yet! Already I could feel the heat from my next load. My cock felt like a revolver, and I had merely fired the first bullet! So much more to give! So much manhood I possessed, and soon it would be more! But something seemed a little off this Fission. The Beyonce' look-a-like bulged and stretched and proliferated - and she became two sleek, tight, young girls who seemed already drenched with sweat. They were as lean, and young, and perfect as any newborn Polymimeticus gynotrophia, yet there was a fierce hunger in their eyes, and a sweaty gleam speckling their hot, slender bodies. Their hair was jet-black, but each had a red shock near the center, for a wickedly erotic combination. Most young Shifters liked to celebrate their own birth and affirm their obsessive loving-lust for their Man-master, but these two - they simply tackled me. "Need you..." "Need your seed..." "Make me fertile!" were their only words as I was encircled with silk-smooth skin and sleek muscle tone. The first one gave me a perverse lick from balls all the way to cock-head, but in her delay, her sister squatted forward and impaled her hot pussy upon my rampant shaft. The first sister, with a moan, simply turned to the rest of my body. She grasped my head between her hands, and I was riveted by her vivid green eyes and hauntingly elegant face as she forced a kiss on me that sucked my lower lip in her mouth. She took my hands and ran them down from her perfect handful breasts, past diamond-hard aroused nipples, through the sweat-slicked valley of her cleavage, down to the firmness of her barely-eighteen, toned and healthy cheerleader belly and hips. And her snatch; the wet heat between her legs was so striking that it made me gasp. Then, as her sister pistoned down, and up, down and deeper amidst rivulets of lubricating girlcum, the one near my head straddled my face, and buried my mouth in her lower lips of female fertility. Her pussy had a tangy spice to it, that set my heart to racing and my blood to boiling with primal urges that men had long buried. I howled into her wet cunt as I felt the nearness of my next orgasm rapidly approaching. So it was, these twins passed me between themselves, taking turns riding my cock and performing lurid sex-acts. The orgasms began to run together. The bliss so intense that all reason and logic were banished. As my white spurts fertilize these young ones, I began to forget all else but the feel of sweaty, tight, slender Shifter women.... And they hadn't even told me their names! ********** I was wet. Warm and wet. My eyes fluttered open, surrounded by the smiling faces of a half-dozen Shifters. I was in a warm tub, my bathtub, back in my apartment. "Mmhh...." "You are incredible!" Declared Leanna. "A god of virility!" "Certainly our god!" agreed Anya. I noticed the grinning face of one of the new twins that had ravished me in the enclosure. "What the - how did you... did you somehow smuggle me home? From the lab?" The black-and-red-head nodded. "I hate to break it to you Master, but you're working with some not-nice guys. If you look like you know where you're going, you can dispose of dead-bodies with no questions asked. All it took was a blanket and a rolling bed." "Tell me something I don't know - like your name, for starters." "Oh yes, I'm Janet. My sister is Jane. You're just so sexy that we couldn't help ourselves." But she did help herself - to an incredible amount of my sperm. The black-and-red Shifter girl seemed taller than when I'd seen her in the enclosure; her breasts were a melon-sized F-cup, and I could tell from her nipples that her milk had come in - which usually doesn't happen until the middle, porn-star phase of Shifter life. But she'd already gotten enough from me! Back when my potency had been within human limits, it would have taken almost ten days of constant sex for a Shifter to grow that much! But now....with this cock.... how far would this madness go? "How long?" I asked. "About two days Master, you had us worried!" I had passed out for two days from my sexual exertions! "Might be trouble if I go that long without signing in for work..." I mused. "No, silly! You DID sign in for work at the lab." Insisted Trina, a blond with one blue eye and one green, from Tiffany's lineage. "Or rather, I did." "Yes, but the research I'm supposed to be doing....." "Yes Master, Me and my forebears have watched you for generations! I can run any of your machines, and we figured out your supercomputers awhile ago. We just run the same tests you did on ourselves, and bring you the results!" Trina explained. I had already suspected the depth of their intelligence. "What's with the bath, then?" The girls plunged their hands underwater, where their skin took on a rough, bubbly texture. The water turned soapy as one of them secreted some kind of detergent. "SPONGE BATH!!" chirped Leanna. "Wh- I'm...I'm not an invalid!" "Of course not; you're a sexy god of virility that we love and crave!" Janet said. "And as our Master, we must work everyday on new ideas to increase your pleasure!" Trina explained, then began to gingerly wash my groin. sponge-hands caressed my skin with teasing softness as the warm heat brought me utter relaxation. My penis emerged again, and from the distance my soon-to-be erect shaft was extending, I suspected that I would be...maybe fifteen inches when I reached my full strength! Their hands...the water... so soothing, so blissful. Something began to change in me then, I began to want more. Each new orgasm was better than the one before it; I came to feel a sense of pride at my overwhelming manhood, and a hunger. I wanted it all, I needed more. More women, more sex, more maleness. I groaned with desire. Rationally, I knew that the super-testosterone was warping my thoughts, but I didn't care. It didn't seem to matter if I was ever normal again. No pleasure or achievement of normal human life compared with the delights of a Shifter harem. I only wanted it to continue, to increase. In that moment, I surrendered. Grasping Janet by the hips, I dragged her with me into sponge-bath, with her eager cooperation. As I began to impale her upon my still-hardening shaft of manly power, I could feel a splash from her pussy; she had already had her first climax even before I was fully inside her! The young porn-star threw her head back and gurgled with delight; her plump nipples reflexively releasing white fountains of Shifter-milk that hit my tongue with relish. I knew it would make me hornier, manlier, virile... But there was a problem....In between spurting orgasms, we began to strategize.... ********** Three weeks later... The lab belonged to the Shifters. "A Toast!" Serena declared, the platinum-blond, porn-worthy beauty held up a glass of expensive champagne that she and several of her sisters had smuggled into the lab. With their abilities, perfect memories, and adaptable intelligence, they made a mockery of the paranoid security of the invisible agency. "And what are we toasting to this time?" Asked Anaya, an unusually busty Asian-girl from Anya's lineage. Serena gave a giggle, a mannerism she'd inherited from her progenitor, Clio, by way of her parent, Sienna. "Well, other than the Master, and his total acceptance of us; I can tell you all that we've made enormous progress! The work I've been doing in the laboratory is more than just a ruse to trick the Review Board!" "You've found something actually useful to us?" wondered Maria, a coppery- haired Hispanic-looking girl with a huge ass from Melissa's lineage. Serena nodded. "The Master's last project was an attempt to analyze our natural hormones, unlike anything else in nature. He was actually very close to a breakthrough. Before he trusted us to serve and pleasure him, he wanted a way to remove the hormone that made him as virile as he is now." The Shifters frowned. "But; by learning his research, and linking up a few of his supercomputers; I've done something far, far better." The lusciously-beautiful blond giggled again. "Instead of neutralizing the hormone...*HEHE*.... I've found a new stereochemistry that will make the effect stronger! And already done it on myself!" Her bikini melted away, and she stood gloriously naked with her toned physique, porn-star F-cup boobs, and naked groin. "A man only needs to enter my pussy once; and in twelve hours his libido will double! He'll gain length and girth 30% faster than he would otherwise! Once his penis is inside me, he's mine! The Master, or ANY other man will go crazy with the need to fuck the hell out me! And the improvement will be transmitted to all my progeny!! "And..." she beckoned towards one of the server-banks for the lab's supercomputers, and from behind them stepped a pair of smooth, young, elegant brunettes with dimpled smiles and jutting hips. "Breathe deeply sisters; these young ones from Mara's lineage are producing an airborne pheromone with a direct, and irresistible effect on the human nervous system! You leave these girls in a room with any man, whether horny high-schooler or impotent, celibate priest, and it'll be just a matter of time. And of course; the changes will pass to their progeny! Maria cooed and clapped her hands together. "This place was set up to control and restrain our abilities; and you've turned the tables!" "We will spread, and breed, and men will fuck us, and we will fill the world with our progeny!" Serena moaned with pleasure at the thought. "Far from controlling us; this Invisible Agency has unleashed us!" Declared Anaya. ********** The explosion was covered up well by The Agency. There was only a minor story in the local news about a gas leak. The wreckage of the apartment revealed the skeletal remains of an unidentified male, but intact DNA was found elsewhere to suggest that it was indeed the body of Dr. Darrien Cecil, retired professor and Level 12 Employee. Suspicions had been aroused from numerous sightings of unidentified women on the property of the scientist; Security Section ran extensive background checks; but none of the estimated twenty-seven women had any identities in any Global database. Such an alarming anomaly prompted a detailed investigation with orders to terminate with extreme prejudice any threat to the security of the Agency, but the doctor was presumed dead, and the movements of the twenty-seven mystery women could not be tracked by any resources available. Within Dr. Cecil's lab; there was found a mass of unidentified, inert protoplasm, while the doctor's records state that the alien perished days after testing began, and his finding were based on manipulations of the remains. It was presumed that the doctor had violated containment and brought a hazardous specimen to his home, where the explosion occurred; other theories suggest that the mystery women were part of a espionage cartel that assassinated the doctor. The full truth behind Classified Alien Intelligence Research Experiment-269 may never be understood. ********** The past seemed, but a dream. The tropical island was private, warm, and almost as gorgeous as my girls. I didn't know - didn't need to know how they had raised the money to move me and the entire harem to this location. My bungalow was equipped with a Jacuzzi, high-speed internet, and satellite cable. But it was the girls that interested me. My life, as I lounged in the bubbling water was dictated by two schedules; Cuddle time and Fuck time. Of my now forty-two alien concubines, at least eight were always with me whether we were in bed, or some hot tub. The ravishing lovelies showered me with affection, constantly kissing, caressing, and thrusting boobs in my face to suckle. I only y ate solid food if I saw or craved some unusual, expensive dish - which would be served to me in less than two hours. The rest of the time I fed on the gushing milk from dozens of glorious tits shoved in my face. It conveyed great status on the girl whose breasts I drank the most from. Soon, Tessa - a blond bombshell from Tiffany's lineage would clap her hands, and announce the next rotation. Tessa was a born organizer - it was up to her to keep all the Shifters content by organizing who got to fuck me when and for how long. Her system also allowed for vetoes by me, at my discretion. But it was rare, because I fiercely craved sex with all my women. At Tessa's clap, eight nubile nymphomaniacs would leave the pool sadly, water sluicing off the tight curves of their splendid, womanly figures, and eight more would file in - to lavish me with devoted affection, and beg me to grope their tits, suckle their milk - and move up their place on the Fucklist. As my next circle of lovers began to embrace me, a busty, green-eyed red head slowly slid her way off my cock. When her gaping pussy was finally free, two feet of surging manmeat bounced free. My balls were as large as a motorcycle helmet, and tight as rubber from the incredible feats of spermatogenesis I was capable of. This luxurious decadence had not made me fat; for so much energy was going into sperm production that I was as lean and wiry as ever.