AREA-69 "Code-Pink"

by: XXXecil

      "Good, good. You're awake. The memory loss should be temporary." Assured an aurburn-haired beauty with vivid green eyes that stood over Dick's bedside. She wore a rather comical looking black beret made of slick vinyl; which seemed to match the black, studded dog-collar around her throat. As Dick came around, the throbbing of pulse-pounding drums and saxophone music made for an indecently seductive atmosphere.

      Thum-thumpa-thumpa-Thum....

      It sounded a bit like the prelude to a sex-scene in a cheap, porno video. Which was by design, of course.

      "I...I don't know......" Began Dick, rubbing his aching skull; not even daring to wonder about the dull throb in his crotch.

      "Yes, but in time your memory should come back; we had a minor breach with a Mnemovore; they have mind-altering powers and can consume memories." The collared woman, who seemed to be nearing her mid-thirties, explained. What the F@$#!?....

      "As for the rest of it, it would be better if I showed you, rather than try to explain it all now. It will help your memory if you can see what I mean for yourself." Dick found himself dressed in one of those flimsy, gauzy, hospital gowns, with briefs underneath to cover his manhood. He stood on tall, unsteady feet. He was over six-feet, with just enough height and stature to mollify the overall nerdiness of his thick glasses and lanky appearance.

      His hostess, on the other hand was a statuesque amazon clad in a leather-fetish riot of dominatrix gear. Belts and straps adorned her lean legs and torso, with black cups capping her breasts complete with steely nipple-spikes. She opened a smooth, metal door as Dick stepped away from the simple, fold-out single-person bed he had slept on. He tried not to dwell on the mysterious stains on the sheets.

      The open door blasted his senses with a rush of multi-colored lights, cigar-smoke, and the increased volume of the seduction sound-track as a vast panorama of sex-toys, and stripper-poles spread out before him. With morbid fascination, he entered the aisles of what seemed like a sex-fetish super-store. Whips, chains, blow-up dolls, and a veritable forest of dildoes. Near the walls further back were lighted stages, complete with poles in the center, where the men seated on plush chairs could watch as many as three strip-teases at once, from stages positioned at various corners of the vast chamber. In the corner behind Dick stood what appeared to be a bar and cash-register.

      "Okay....." Dick began. "Mmm....not ringing any bells so far.... Do I...eh...work here miss...?" He almost feared the answer.

      "That's Mistress Talia, and that's a good guess, we do work here, and yet we don't; you'll see what I mean in a moment. It shouldn't be long before it all returns to you."

      For several moments, Dick seemed about to say something, then stopped and studied the lurid environment before him. He passed the Dildo aisle and nearly gaped at the largest array of pornographic magazines he had ever imagined. There were at least a dozen titles he'd never seen in all his salacious college days. He almost wondered if this....establishment was producing some of them in-house, with an operation this large it seemed not unlikely.

      A brazen, mascara-painted stripper strutted onto the stage to his left. She wore a red, sequined bikini, and was barely wrapped in a gauzy shawl meant to tease the audience with her curvaceous form and jutting breasts. Her gorgeous face seemed to be a mixture of Hispanic and Eastern European features as pleasing as it was exotic. His attention was torn between her, and another red-headed sex-worker further back, already pantomiming the removal of her panties before an eager audience. Everywhere Dick looked there was bold, audacious tittilation to shock the sensibilities of even the most libertine of folk.

      As he followed Talia between aisles of body-paint in a variety of flavors, he noticed on an upper floor what looked like a row of....hotel rooms? Men cackling with glee held luscious strippers on either arm as they entered the plain, small chambers; much like the enclosure Dick had awoken in. The employees included men dressed in leather suspenders with black hoods, and exposed chests, and other females dressed as Talia was; reminding him of dominatrix prostitutes from a Mad-Max rip-off.

      "What you see before you is important, but our true jobs are far more....complicated than what you see here." Talia noted, as her ripe ass switched temptingly in a vinyl bikini-bottom meant to exaggerate the bulge of her butt. She led him behind the north stage, where the red-headed stripper with jiggling mountains of breastflesh larger than her own head was humping the well-greased pole in the center of the stage.

      Behind the curtain was a plain, locked door. Behind that was an entire hallway of plain, locked doors. Talia chose the third on the left side, and after passing through another nondescript, metal door, the pair came to an elevator. Dick was shocked; yet there was a certain....rightness about the situation that set his nerves at ease. Perhaps Talia was telling the truth; he really did work here, and his subconscious mind was remembering impressions. Upon entering the elevator, Talia did not press any of the four buttons, but rather grasped Dick's hand, and her own, and pressed them against a blank, metal panel off to the left side.

      "Umm...I-"

      "Just wait patiently." Presently, there was a pleasant beep, and a computerized voice replied:

      "WELCOME; AGENT TALIA; WELCOME AGENT BIGSWALLOW."

      "Ooo, I bet we're not C.I.A., are we?" Dick asked impishly, the flourescent lighting of the elevator gleaming off his slick-backed, raven-colored hair.

      "Not quite," Mistress Talia answered, as the elevator began a descent....then a faster descent....Dick grabbed the support railing as his stomach was unsettled by the rapid motion. He could sense them being conveyed at great speeds; similar to what you'd expect in an elevator for a skyscraper of nealy 50 floors; or for some clandestine, black-budget, government agency buried beneath the Nevada desert.

      "The sex-store above us is jokingly named, 'AREA 69' but it is just a necessary facade for our true purpose. Which shall be clear in but a moment." Dick felt far less frightful anticipation one might expect after a series of revelations like this; did he really did belong here? The stomach-churning, controlled plummet through the elevator shaft ended after what felt like somewhere between 40 to 60 stories down before the doors swept open. The pair entered a plain, white, featureless room adorned only with suspicious looking security cameras, and a red, diffused light swept over them.

      "More security scans?" Dick suggested helpfully, trying rapidly to adapt to this odd role. Talia nodded. Finally, the second security doors opened into a glass and steel, rectangular control center with an odd mix of sophisticated, lab-coat clad researchers, and attractive women dressed like Streetwalkers.

      "Welcome back to the real Area 69."

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      The many workers turned, regarded Dick and Talia, and began clapping.

      "For me?" the lanky, semi-nerdy, 'agent' asked, chagrined.

      "Welcome back; we were rather worried." explained Talia. But before further introduction could get underway, red-alert alarms blared with irritating shrillness as emergency sirens in the walls flashed brightly.

      "Positive I.D." shouted a balding man in a lab coat who eagerly turned back to his monitors.  "It's a Class 2 Supernatural Devourer; same one as last week.

      "Now that we've let her enter and leave the place without being accosted, her guard is down. She's come back to feed this time." Remarked a Hispanic woman with an exceptionally wide ass dressed in skin-tight, fish-net stockings over her entire body. Larger monitors lit up above Dick and displayed an intimate scene from one of the private hotel rooms in the sex-center above them.

      Immediately, the naked back of a young woman was visible on the screen. The toned muscles of her shoulder blades and lower back where undulating as she writhed on top of a willing man. She had a pleasant nest of coppery-brown hair styled in playful bangs that bobbed as she ground herself downward. Her taut ass and womanly hips wallowed rhythmically into the crotch of her mark, with unmistakable slurping sounds.

      The camera angle switched to the front; her face had a coldly elegant perfection to rival that of a supermodel, and her breasts; before Dick's very eyes, the ripe mounds seemed to be...swelling?

      "Oh yeah, she's going all out." noted a blond man clad in a leather body-sheath with holes for his arms, and what seemed to be a dog-collar around his throat. "She figures that there's no way for him to escape her, so she thinks she can let down her disguise and feast."

      "Remember not to personalize the subjects; that creature isn't a human, isn't a woman; it's just a Class 2 Supernatural." Reminded a middle-aged woman dressed like a cocktail waitress as she attended her own monitor screens.

      The de-personalized creature in question let out a throaty squeal as her restraints on her true form slackened. Her nipples were exceptionally pert; mounted high upon her firm, youthful breasts that jiggled like flesh-capped apples. But with each thrust, each grind upon the hardened cock of her intended prey; an unwholesome energy seemed to flow into her mammaries.

      With a slow, subtle throb, those apple-sized teats had widened before the onlookers at least two inches in under five seconds, shadowing the center of her chest in the beginnings of cleavage while the outer edge of each boob inched closer to her arms.

      Dick checked a monitor that displayed a sideways angle. The supernatural slut had arched her back, eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy while ripe, delicately-tanned boobflesh jutted outwards with smooth, steady growth. For the first three seconds, it was difficult to see more than her erect nipples from this side angle, concealed as they were by her smooth arms that gripped the wrists of her male prey. But mere moments later; high, tight nipples thrust into view, carried by an inexorable tide of growing, multiplying tit. In less time than it took to say it, the jiggling juggs had enlarged forwards and outwards until they extended forward a distance twice as long as the apple-sizes they had started at.....no....too big now; they were becoming more like overripe grapefruit with each pounding of her naked, cum-slicked pelvis.

      The voluptuosness of the creature's feminine form was increasing at a deceptively calm, yet intense rate. When watching, it was as if your eyes were lying to you; greater extremes of grapefruit-sized titflesh unfolded before the viewer with perfect smoothness, belying the grunting fervor of the demon-slut's lustful rutting. No....they had become three inches larger than any grapefruit....more like four inches.

      "Her...er...its prey is in mortal danger now," Talia announced, reminding herself that the lusty beast was not, and had never been human. This is a Class 2; an energy-feeder. During the sex-act, it drains the cells of its partner of all available chemical potential; leaving behind a lifeless husk; unless we stop it."

      The sexual monstrosity unleashed an unearthly roar of predatory lust, her eyes glowing an infernal red; as a long, too long, sensuous tongue slithered from her mouth. Her coppery hair, bobbing in pleasant bangs was becoming plastered to her scalp from the pussy-impaling exertion of this furious mating. By now, her boobs were nearly as large as basketballs; her fecund orbs growing outwards, yet hanging lower towards the face of her deliriously happy prey.

      "Y-your Tits! Holy Shi-mmph!" A taut nipple pushed past his lips, stifling his exclamations. She had lucked up this time; this was a rugged, calloused man with a heavy, five-o-clock shadow; the sort of man that this preternatural paramour favored above others. This was the best part of the feeding; when she'd sapped enough energy to overpower her larger, male mark. She was totally dominant now, totally in control. Even had he wanted to, at this point the man could not have forced her off, could not have resisted her. This one didn't even realize the danger; it was just the best Lay of his Life. The triumph, the ecstasy thrilled her like nothing else ever had in her centuries of existence like this magical moment; as she spread her naked body over his hairy form, reveling in her power, her lust, the validation of her attractiveness, the raw ecstasy of the feeding itself; as the hapless human's life-force pumped into her pussy, the spraying of white mists from the sprinklers overhead, the way her water-melon sized breasts jiggled when...hey!

      Sure enough, a white misty foam blasted her from the sprinkler system, unleashing a toxin that left her disoriented and unsteady, and which put the man into a deep, deep sleep. As she struggled to regain her equilibrium, a red mist followed from the system. This triggered a potent jolt of stimulation to every nerve in her body: sexual stimulation. The intense ecstasy triggered an immediate, irrepressible cycle of orgasms in the sexual predator. She slid off her mark, collapsing to the floor as her joints and muscles turned to jello. Her body was pummeled by rocking orgasms; so strong she could not even stand; so numerous that her mind and thoughts were being buried in raw, animal passion.

      A secret door in the back wall slid open. Six women dressed in red lingerie and plastic gas-masks entered the room carrying chains, handcuffs, and what seemed to be strait-jackets. They grasped the thrashing, supernatural whore by her legs, careful to avoid the oozing gush of feminine lubrication that poured from her spasming vagina. The demon-slut fought and kicked, but the orgasms from the erototoxin proved too strong for her to regain use of her full powers. As her pulsing cunt thrust into the air, a flood of girl-cum wetted her toned, inner thighs. But her crotch was covered by the thick cloth and straps of the strait-jacket-like binding, before she could unleash a spurt of cum onto her captors. Plastic suction cups where placed over the nipples of her ponderous breasts. Finally, one of the six, lingerie-clad agents strapped to the demon's belly a medallion with a whorled, swirling symbol of unknown origin.

      "And that is..." Dick asked.

      "Oh, that's an Evangelon; it's a mystical extrapolation we've invented to improve upon traditional holy symbols. People have been using the crucfix for centuries to ward off vampires and the like; but the Evangelon uses elements from multiple religions, and is proof against any supernatural evil."

      "Sooo...you need a crucifix to fend off a European demon, but a Yin-Yang to protect yourself from a Chinese Demon?"

      "Well, almost....but the Evangelon serves in any case." Talia said.

      The lingerie-squad dragged the now helpless she-demon into the secret passageway, and the camera-feed was cut off.

      "So our job is to capture succubi that are hiding amongst the general population; and... SlutWorld above us is....what? Bait?" Dick surmised.

      "You're getting it," Interjected the Hispanic woman clad from head to toe in fishnet stockings. "Give it time; your memory should recover fully. I'm Inez; since you've probably forgotten."

      "I..uh...I guess you know that I'm Dick; nice to meet you...Inez...again....I think." Both women chuckled before Talia continued.

      "What common myth understands as the Succubi is just one of a multitude of parasitic, sexual species that feed upon mankind's lusts. Sex is our greatest weakness; when we let down our guard, both rich and poor, genius and dullurd, the powerful and the helpless are vulnerable. And we're at war, essentially, and have been for centuries. Entire civilizations have been consumed and destroyed by their own lusts in the past; aided by these creatures." Talia adjusted her spiked breast-cups as she led Dick down a bright, metallic hallway.

      "Collectively, we call them Nymphoids; after the old Greek word for a young, fertile woman. But they aren't human; there are dozens of Strains that copy the form and behavior of sex-starved, young women of spectacular beauty the way certain insects use mimickry to gain an advantage. It's a full-time job keeping them bottled up and under wraps. And there are most likely thousands more in this country alone we've never come close to capturing; but our tactics so far have helped immensely."

      "Do those tactics include dominatrix gear and lingerie?" Dick asked, pulling down his hospital smock to help fend off the cool, air-conditioned breeze of the facility.

      "Sure," Inez added. "If we looked like your regular Mulder/Scully federal agent team; with dark glasses, dark suits, flashing badges everywhere, then anyone with someone to hide would be long gone. By creating 'Area-69; Sex-Superstore', no one guesses our true purpose, and Nymphoids by the hundreds have been enticed to come right into our clutches over the years. Since all of us pass through the Store above, and work there to keep up appearances, it's often convenient to wear the same outfits down here." Dick was finding it extremely difficult to remain professional; struggling not to steal glances at Inez's pleasantly plump C-cups suspended in stocking.

      "How utilitarian. But...where did they all come from? You say there are dozens of species? Where have they been all this time?"

      "They've been all around us, for all of history. You're looking for some simple, pat answer for their origins; There isn't one. We've documented dozens of strains with magical, technological, and alien origins. But there are any number of Myths and Legends that obscure the truth; that's largely their own doing. Many Nymphoids have perpetuated deceits and false histories over the centuries so that mankind would never fully appreciate the nature of the struggle. And now, in this modern, skeptical age, many of them have been able to feed freely and with impunity. Even if the truth were known, almost no one would believe it."

      "But...but...someone should at least TRY to spread the word; if there are so many - "

      "We can't;" Talia cut him off. "At least not yet. Our own government, and that of the Old Soviet Union are responsible for many of them."

      "Lemme guess; Cold-War 'Honey-Trap' sexpionage?" Dick surmised.

      "Exactly; while there's no one source for the Nymphoids, while they come from many different locations, and have very different natures, Cold-War genetic experimentation has created many new varieties in recent decades. The Soviets started out by capturing a Class 3 Supernatural; known as a Rusalka in Old Russian Folklore, turning her....er...it into a Communist Agent and sending it to seduce politicians in Washington." Talia said.

      "And our side couldn't be left behind," Inez continued; "We found ancient Nymphoid predators that had fed upon Native Americans centuries ago, and we've used them for the same purpose in retaliation."

      As Mistress Talia spoke next, she arrived at a sealed, secured, automatic set of double-doors and began typing in a security key-code. "But these beings are untrustworthy, volatile, and always dangerous. Experiment after Experiment went out of control; their lusts were too extreme; their need to feed upon men's sexual energies overwhelmed any other incentive or threat. Now, it's all we can do to seal them away; contain them, try to study their powers for the good of mankind, or at least to keep them bottled up." The secured door slid open into what seemed to be an airlock. The room was smooth, white, and sterile-looking. A panel in the side wall slid open and produced a rack of bluish, translucent, gelatinous material in syringes.

      "Libidinex; like a Cold Shower in a test-tube." Inez joked. "For personel of all genders, it's a requirement before contact with a Nymphoid." The reality of the situation and the awesome implications of this facility hadn't quite sunken in until Dick injected the cool, tingly fluid into his arm. In moments, his crotch felt.....crowded....like some great weight was blocking his normal, sexual response.

      Observation Bay 3 was a circular laboratory with a vast array of screens, knobs, dials and various switches in workstations set up at desk-level. Above them were the ubiquitous monitors that kept the Agents appraised of every salacious incident involving their indecent prisoners. But at the center of the room, there Dick's attention was riveted. A thick tube of reinforced plexiglass that extended from floor to ceiling contained a nude beauty that should have triggered an instant stiffy; if not for the Libidinex innoculation.

      "Deed you inject yourself, mi amore? You need de drug eef you want ta reseest Yvette Leroux!" Her perfect, athletic body was a rich, mocha-brown complexion, and her loose cascade of auburn-bronze hair was similar in color. Vivid green eyes stared hungrily from an alluring face of high cheekbones and plump lips. The sweeping, soft curves of her exotic features reminded Dick of a butterfly in flight. The nubile lushness of her healthy, youthful form had the grace of a runway model, but the firmness of a fitness model. Yet the experienced eye would detect an odd imbalance between her toned body, and the outrageous splendour of her breasts. Wide and dark aureolas capped jostling juggs that were easily large enough for the she-devil's own head. Ordinarily, a woman of such athelticism could not maintain breasts so large, so plump and tender, but if everything they'd been saying was correct, this was not a woman at all; but some unwholesome creature trying to capitalize on men's love of boobs. Those breasts pressed luridly into the glass; as the sex-fiend postured her assets for the latest male brought before her.

      "...an unprecedented Strain; preliminary analysis indicates it to be a Class 1 Paranatural Infector." droned a man in a labcoat turned away from the cylindrical container in the center of the lab. In fact, all the men here, all in labcoats seemed to be pointedly refusing to look upon the naked vision of femininity strutting and posturing behind them. Many of the men were speaking into recording devices:

      "The subject's nervous system emits an invisible radiation field that increases in magnitude upon contact with subjects in a heightened state of arousal;" began one scientist.

      "In essence; Subject L-21 literally feeds upon the energy of lust in a manner consistent with prior observations of Class 1 Nymphoids." continued another. Talia leaned over and began to whisper to Dick:

      "This is a Class 1, an emotion-feeder. Like they said; it consumes energy from male sexual arousal. But it's not supernatural; its just of an alien biology unfamaliar to us."

      "And de mens begged for it! Yvette made dem happier dan dere wives ever could!" Those green, vivid eyes bored into Dick's own icy blues. "You too will be beggin' Yvette soon eenough! De brainy men in de lab coats tink dey kin reseest! Tonight, you each be comin' back ta get some o' dis pussy!" The cajun creature was supremely confident in its powers of seduction; and Dick had little doubt that its feeding was notoriously easy.

      "Upon completion of the feeding process; the male victim experiences profound paranoia, possessiveness, enhanced libido, and increased aggression from the alterations in brain chemistry following exposure to Subject L-21's feeding aura. Final outcome of exposure unknown at this point." said another scientist into his recorder. Yvette laughed;

      "De outcome will be your leeps suckin' dees teets o' mine! And den your hard cocks be comin' back for dis pussy!" The Predator caressed her inner thighs, with a throaty moan, at the same time trying her best to jiggle her enormous boobs while in the tight confines of the reinforced cylinder.

      "This one is a recent acquisition from Louisiana," Inez explained. "The paranoia and pathological lust caused in her victims after her feeding cycle is responsible for many reports of violence from the area. After the Hurricane, this creature and others of its Strain have emerged from hiding and had begun to feed with impunity after the breakdown of Law and Order. One of our advance reconnaissance teams captured this one before it could spread its madness out of the State."

      "HAH! Yvette likes it when de men go crazee over her, it be fun to watch dem fightin' over me pussy! But why fight? De mens can take turns wit' me! You! De new boy! Yes you! Do not lie and preetend you don't wanna suck Yvette's ginormous teets! You want your meaty cock eenside de pussy! Your rough hands will be movin' up and down Yvette's nekkid body! You be lyin' eef you say you don't wanta blow your juice eenside Yvette's pussy! All ye needs ta do is touch em'! Touch Yvette's great-big titties! Lick dis pussy dat be wet wit' girly juice! Wet for you an yer meaty cock!"

      Her body swayed with tantalizing grace, wide breeding hips bumping against the walls of her glassy prison as she began a slow, sinuous mating dance. Indeed, her glistening thighs were quite moist with her own feminine arousal; arousal directed at Dick? She bent forward, pressing her tempting teats against the glass. Though imprisoned, the creature that called itself Yvette spoke with a bold, mocking condescension as it challenged its audience.

      "De young man be wantin' only de sex! But de girls you go after ees confused, wantin' proposals and commeetments. But Yvette ees a total slut! You can stick it een any hole you want! Stick your hard rod into Yvette's ass! You not get an argument! Lick de pussy clean eef you like! Stick your cock between dees great big, warm boobs just waitin' for your touch! You got a total slut een front o' you! Cum! Cum for Yvette! Cum een de pussy! Cum een de ass! Cum een de mouth! Stick your rod wherever you likes!" Those green eyes riveted him with the manic intensity of an inhuman sexual craving beyond all reason or propriety. 

      "W-well, that's a very generous offer, miss...but...Ive gotta get -"

      "You come back. You be comin' back ta stick your meat into Yvette's pussy. And when you shoot your load into de cunt; Yvette will laugh. Laughin' at de mens tryin' ta pretend dey ain't ruled by da penis! Your beefy cock will be welcome when ya shoot off yer cream inside Yvette! Look at de breasts! Look at de pussy! And tell Yvette ye don't want some?" But strangely enough, it was those green, green eyes that concerned Dick the most. Somehow, those brilliant, emerald orbs were more mesmerizing even than the perverse spectacle of the nymphoid slut masturbating her own much-lauded pussy with a few curled fingers. Brazenly, sluttily she stared at him; a grunt of lust on her curled, plump lips, Boobs larger than gallon-jugs twitching with each obscene slurp her hand made as she fondled her own arousal-drenched netherlips. But those eyes....those emerald eyes.....

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      It was a warm, moist day in the Bayou. And Dick wore only a pair of cut-off blue-jean shorts as he strode down to the water's edge to...to...what was he doing here? What was going on? Something didn't feel right....it was her; he was looking for her. Yvette slid out of the swampy waters; her soft, rich, wood-brown skin slick with dripping moisture. She let out a low, throaty growl as she raised herself to the bank. Raising her toned arms, she strutted and paraded the supple curves of her naked splendour before him. He was rushing towards her then.....mmm....she knew his secret; Dick liked the really big tits. He craved women with vast armfuls of boob too large to get his hands around. With each step closer, Yvette's bulging bazookas seemed larger yet; as if they were swelling with ripe fecundity in response to his furtive yearnings.

      The pair collapsed into a warm, slick patch of slippery mud. Hungrily, the green-eyed monster caressed him. In his younger days, Dick had indeed been a classic nerd. But into his twenties, he'd developed a taller stature that bordered on intimidating; and he had started to get just enough muscle to be taken seriously, in addition to his unusual height. But that mattered little, sprawled in the mud as he was; Yvette's whoppers sandwiching his face in a valley of achingly soft cleavage as dark as her lusty heart.

      But he was lost when those hot, lower lips slithered around the rigid length of his man-meat; he felt a tingling jolt that seared his every nerve ending as the inevitable mating began with manic, muddy fervor. Their two bodies entwined, coupling, he was held firm not only by her surprisingly strong arms, but by bonds of mutual lust that could never be released until that perfect climax, until he fulfilled his destiny by jetting his hot seed into her eager womanhood, until the white gas began to spray from the ceiling, as her soft, bulging breasts were.....

      ....pressing against the reinforced glass of her container as the paralytic gas from up above sprayed her; the contact between them broken.

      "Level 4 Telepathic Intrusion! She....eh...the...the Subject was imposing an erotic scenario upon her...its intended prey to assist in the feeding cycle with no physical contact!" One of the lab-coats replied to a microphone at his workstation recording the incident.

      "That level of power is unprecedented in a Class 1; prepare another round of probes!" another scientist added.

      "De only probing Yvette needs ees a hard cock blastin' off in de pussy!" The Nymphoid insisted bitterly. Talia grasped Dick by the arms and hauled him out of the lab, while he tried with panting gasps to catch his breath. It had taken longer, but the erotic attack by the creature that called itself Yvette had indeed raised him to erection; the drug was only of modest help.

      The wanton, slutty bitch named Yvette continued to stimulate her own sex with curled fingers, yet there was something that disturbed Talia, a vicious, low cunning was reflected in those green, green eyes; and in their brief contact, Talia feared that the Class 1 had yet more plans for young agent Bigswallow.

      "Wow....*gasp* that was...awesome....Louisiana is doomed..."

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      Eventually, the other agent/scientists seemed to agree that, if Dick could keep his guard up around the Nymphoids, he should be permitted to tour the complex, while under close scrutiny by Security of course; hoping that an odd sight or sound would jar his memory. And with agents around every corner, breaches and accidents could be quickly contained. The black vinyl chaps he now wore, complete with beret, and cowboy boots made him seem look like....well, either the male lead in a dime-store romance novel, or some sort of gay porn actor. Of course, he wasn't alone in that. At least half of the workers here were dressed in similarly scandalous outfits; and his reluctance faded quickly; perhaps a part of his mind did remember working here. Talia said he looked good in his 'uniform', and it would be expedient, since his shift in the sex-market above would begin in just a few hours.

      So far, All Dick could remember was his years of expertise with computers, his time in college earning a degree in Networking, and a brush with the law after he'd spied on some Department of Defense sites; mainly as a gag to impress a hottie Senior chick. Was that how he'd come to work here? The Feds were probably holding a felony conviction over his head, if he screwed this up.

      So....Multiple races of sexual predators had been manipulating mankind for millenia, obscuring the truth of their activities with a variety of legends and myths. All the while corrupting civilizations with their irresistable sex-appeal when their numbers grew too powerful: And it was his job to keep them bottled up; and see if their incredible abilities could be adapted to benefit mankind.

      But his mind easily accepted this information with little anxiety or trepidation. It felt.....right somehow, to spend his days in black vinyl chaps, working the cash-register in a Strip-club/Porn Emporium, when he wasn't baby-sitting captive succubi.

      A massive, titanium portal looking like an armored garage door raised open before him; and he strode boldly into his assigned section: The Supernatural Wing.

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      The actual containment wings were constructed primarily of thick panels of hardened plexiglass; both the cells and the floor. It was a dizzying sight to behold this corridor, and the two others below him at the same time. Such transparency made it all the easier to notice a security breach. Between each cell and floor there were also boxes within the plexiglass that contained obscure machinery of a function not immediately apparent.

      Dick raised an eyebrow at a sign he passed proclaiming: SEXUAL CONTACT WITH NYMPHOIDS OF ANY STRAIN IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED. That was the whole point wasn't it? Keeping these randy little sex-fiends from getting laid? Do they need to remind the Staff? But when he passed the first cell, he understood.

      At the sight of him, impossibly gorgeous women tore off white, hospital smocks and thrust buoyant boobs of impossible pertness into the light. Shivers went down his spine as he beheld the shockingly refined beauty of the sex demons.

      Many seemed of almost indeterminate age; with all the supple ripeness of a jailbait seductress, yet blossoming with the fecund curves of a woman in the summer of her child-bearing potential. He almost leaped at the sight of a tanned, blond nymphoid of especially statuesque legs, her facial features were naturally pronounced as if she'd been given a Salon makeover; but confined as she was that would never happen. These beings naturally assumed shapes as pleasing as possible to their prey.

      A collective moan arose through the first corridor; the Nymphoids had enough experience to note when a male was awed by their beauty. They leapt to the plexiglass walls that sealed them away, snarling in triumph at the anticipated victory.

      Bright eyes glared from the cells with consuming hunger; their urge to feast upon his manhood was an insane passion that easily crushed any semblance of modesty, as the naked sluts paraded their fabulous juggs in twin rows on either side of him. Did all Supernaturals act this way? Dick wondered what...ah....there; the sign above the cells that ran lengthwise on the upper wall.... These were Class 3's, Flesh-feeders - specifically semen-eaters, the sign warned.

      He gulped, and tried not to stare too hard; better not to stare at all at them. The Cajun monster that called itself Yvette Leroux merely enjoyed having men cum inside her pussy; (she fed upon the emotional arousal of sexual lust) but these demons would be craving semen with a ferocity beyond reason; they needed cum itself to survive!

      "THE BEST....BLOW-JOB....EVER...DAMNIT!" snarled a buxom brunette writhing naked near the level of Dick's pelvis. He had no doubt. As a Class 3, blow-jobs were her meal-ticket; sperm her true sustenance. Under the gentle caress of a creature like her, he'd probably cum before he had a chance to get his underwear off all the way! She licked the glass at his crotch level with palpable hunger.

      Dick was far more uncomfortable than aroused; being surrounded by people (well they looked like people) that wanted something from him with such maddening intensity, and being forbidden from providing it.

      Perhaps it was fortunate he couldn't see the face of the red-head in cell 6; with her ripe ass-cheeks and moist cunt displayed before him as she hunched doggy-style on hands and knees. She grunted, posturing herself; as if through force of will, and lust, she could compel him to open her cage, ream her pussy, and ejaculate the divine elixir that she craved more fervently than a crack whore wished for her next fix. But then, after the incident with the Class 1, Dick wasn't at all certain that she couldn't! 

      The cells he passed also had smaller, italicized names above each door: one read 'Lamia', another 'Mara'....a second 'Mara', then, in cell 12, there was a gorgeous, pert-breasted asian woman of pale and haunting elegance who was labeled 'Yuki-Onna'. Dick suspected that these were the legendary names of these beings of pure lust, all grouped together according to their scientific classification as Class 3 Supernaturals.

      Some of them began to drop their charades, perhaps losing confidence that they could seduce Dick, and mascara-laden eyes began to glow red, on one raven-haired, eastern-european beauty, small red horns started to sprout. A dark-skinned she-devil sprouted black, feathery wings, roaring in equal parts rage and lust. These bitches would tear him to shreds should they somehow be released! But he wasn't that worried; each cell had an Evangelon on the front, and there were vents that could spray holy water foam that could be activated with a mere switch into each cell, further weakening the supernatural sluts jiggling and masturbating within.

      But Dick couldn't help but wonder; since these Class 3's fed exclusively on human, male semen, how did Area 69 sustain them if they were to be prevented from feeding amongst the general public?

      As if on cue, a small panel slid open inside of each cell, and a thick, plastic, white dildo slid outwards, angling upwards as the sound of mechanical pumps thrummed from within the walls. With beastial hunger, the sluts attacked the plastic cocks, as a rich, semen-like pudding jetted outwards.

      "NOT...THE SAME.. *MM-SLURP*" complained a brown-haired succubi with a spiny tail flickering around her ass. "POOR...IMITATION OF...*SLUK* REAL SEED..." Yet still she consumed the concoction greedily. The sex-toys were all molded to be as anatomically life-like as possible; shaped to resemble a 9-inch long, circumsized penis.

      "COCK! NEED REAL COCK!!!" added the Yuki-Onna.

      "REAL-COCK!"

      "REAL-COCK!"      came the chant, all eyes still riveted upon the only living manly member that was trying not to harden within a covering of black vinyl. Hmm....so the Agents provided some sort of chemical substitute semen?

      "NOT ENOUGH....THE CRAVING....STILL STRONG!!" shrieked a red-eyed little minx with an exceptionally large ass, and blonde-highlighted hair down to her navel. As this demoness turned to regard Dick, the machine jetted the creamy, pearly, semen-substitute upon her ample, coconut-sized, breasts. The pudding leaving streaks down her vast cleavage like the tell-tale tracks of an orgy that never was. It sure looked real enough.

      Hurriedly, Dick fled this section of the Class 3 holding chambers; trying to blot out of his mind the images; vast, naked boobs wobbling with fertile vitality as they became speckled with cum. None of the Nymphoids had tits smaller than grapefruits, but no two were alike. And the images...the jutting, jiggling bonanza of boobs in many different shades and shapes with rivulets of mock-semen trailing down upon nipple and cleavage alike was an image that would haunt him. Most of course, wasted not a drop of even this imitation ejaculate, their impassioned fellatio upon the plastic penises reminders of the pleasure that could be his; should he be willing to take the risk.

      "NEED...LIVE SEMEN! REAL SEMEN! REAL COCK! NOT....FAKES!!" roared a naked, black-haired succubus with cum-streaked breasts near to bowling-ball size.

      "Yeah, sorry girls. I feel the same way about Low-Carb foods."

                              **********

      "Nahahahah!...... Dat is de sound of Yvette laughing; Laughing at de man dat can't stay away from de pussy. You come back! Dey all come back for de cunt, and de boobs!"

      "Yes....closer mi amore....let Yvette out of de cramped little tube.......mmmm...much better....de legs need to be stretched.....de boobs need room....room to hang loose....Oh! No...no...keep going! Yvette likes de breast play first.... it gets da right juices flowing...."

      "Rub de nipple....suck on it....yes....*mmph* *slurp* Yvette....should not have to remind, but deed you remember to turn off de camera, and de alarm?"

      "Yes! Yes! but still.....keep your voice down!"

      "You are too tense, mi amore. Yvette not tell anyone about de way you suck upon de nipples; or de way your hands glide over de ass.....or de kisses...mmmm....de kisses upon de troat....down to Yvette's cleavage....no one is to be told of de way...mmmmph....de way you squeeze each boob in hand, leeking and nuzzling into Yvette's great-big teets."

      "Yvette is happy when mi amore comes to grab her boobs, and den....yes...den to plunge your face into....OH! into de pussy! Yes! De way you lick Yvette's pussy...it gets her ready for de main entree! AHHHHH! Tease de pussy! When you flick de little nub; Yvette cannot help but to get wet wit de girly juice!"

      "*MMPH* *SLURP* stop....mmph....talking....so loud.....can't...risk....anyone...*SLURP*, *SUCK* overhearing....."

      "Nahahah!....No one hears; no one tries to listen. Dey trust you! Dey all trust you not to touch Yvette, dey trust you not to caress de pussy, dey trust you not to fondle and squeeze de ass, dey do not tink you will leek and kiss Yvette from head to toe, and no one knows how much you like Yvette's boobs."

      "Yes...go on...grab dem...rub de nipple wit your finger....yes..."

      "I...I feel them...it's like they... are you getting bigger? Your breasts? Are they growing? Right here?"

      "Oh yes, mi amore. Yvette wants you to feel dem squeezing into your hands...yes...by now, de boobies are so big, you can't get your hands around dem, no? And Yvette can make her teeties grow more! Touch! Rub dem! You could lose your cock into da cleavage, no? Oh...eets so good when you leek dem....do de little swirly wit your tongue...Yes! Like dat! Yes! And de teets? Your whole head could feet inside dem now!

      "Ohhohhhohhh....eet is time, no? Time for de cock! Time for de penis! YES! Yvette is ready! De pussy is hot and wet, eager for de sex! NAHAAAAH! Yvette...can feel....de lust....you...have not gotten de pussy...een a long, long time...."

      "*GRUNT* Ironic, isn't it? considering where I work."

      "But now, you can come to Yvette...*URNN* You come back een da night for more of de pussy, more of de boobs....yes...YES! DA COCK IS HARDER! HARD INSIDE YVETTE! *mmph* *slurp*"

      "Perhaps....ohh....you were right to silence Yvette wit your tongue down into de mouth....Yvette....gets...loud....during de sex....wit....DA COCK! BIG! PUMPING INSIDE!!! AAAHHHH! Yes....de way...you thrust into....and out of....de pussy....Yvette...finds it...too hard...to control herself!"

      "Oww!....I like it when a girl....*grunt* scratches my back...but not that hard...."

      "Ohh...mi amore....you bring out de animal in Yvette...oh...OH! Closer! Yvette feels! Yvette knows! You must talk to Yvette! Tell de instant you are about to cum inside de pussy! Tell de moment you must spurt inside de cunt! Yvette likes to count de spurts when a man spills himself into de hot, wet, warm tunnel between de legs!"

      "I'm...I'm....it's coming....can't hold back......"

      "YES! YES! MON DIEU! DE COCK! DE SPERM! YVETTE LIKES TO COUNT DEM....COUNT DE SHOTS OF DE SEED INTO DE CUNT......Un! Deux! Trois!....."

                                          **********

      Dick still didn't remember many details from his prior career in Area 69, before this supposed Mnemovore erased his memory, but he was a quick study; and the Top-Secret documents he'd been given revealed much of the inner-workings of the secretive, salacious agency. Now, he was leaving a vast, cryonics storage level in the Paranatural section. A vast grid, hundreds of cells in either direction stretched out in a square behind him, nearly the size of a football field. The plexiglass containers each held a naked, frozen Nymphoid in suspended animation. Some were frozen while trying to masturbate. While any of them had a face for the camera, the sort of face that the fashion-world craved; their bulging, blossoming tits were almost all of a size near to pornographic. The petite beauty of their faces was in contrast to the sensual curves of over-voluptuous womanhood that disqualified them for any but the raunchiest media.

      There had to be thousands here! After reading a few of the documents Dick came to understand how precarious the situation was; it truly was a war. Should these monstrosities be released, human civilization would face a sexual apocalypse that would erode and corrupt any society. They had been so fortunate, agencies like this were holding back a tide of predatory nymphomania that could wreak untold havoc. Today, a man could go out on a hot date; score with a babe, and odds are she won't be a soul-devouring succubus meant to seduce the unwary. But that thin veneer of normalcy was dependent upon the control, entrapment, and containment of the myriad strains of Nymphoid predators. Like that Yvette woman....those eyes still gave him shivers.

      He passed under the huge, reinforced titanium portal that raised before him towards his next assignment: Innoculation chamber Beta. Dick would have shuddered visibly if he but knew what horrors awaited him.....

      "...And what the hell are you eggheads doing to those guys?" snarled Interim Director Chase. The paunchy, balding bureaucrat with thin lips, hooked nose, and flinty eyes waggled his finger accusingly at the dedicated scientists. Below the enclosed balcony where the computers processed the data, there was a vast, rectangular chamber filled with dozens of hospital beds. Fifty of them contained naked men between the ages of 20 and 30, with electrodes pasted to their skin. Each bed had secure shackles with a thickness that looked sufficient to contain a raging grizzly bear. But for now all the captive men seemed unconsious....no...more like dreaming....and the dreams did not seem pleasant; from the twisting expressions on the slumbering faces. Periodically, some of the men began to leap in the restraints, as if in acute internal pain.

      "Wait..wait...let me..." Dick suggested; working his best to familiarize himself with every aspect of the lurid facilty. "Vampire Spawn Vaccination Research...right?" he looked eagerly at the bland, egg-head scientists for confirmation.

      "What the f@$#! are you supposed to be? A 'Village-People' Groupie?" Snarled Interim Director Chase, noticing Dick's unconventional outfit. His hooked nose and thin lips turning with disdain towards his amnesiac employee.

      "Err....no sir....It's just that, this outfit blends in with the sex-store above us; and I have to do a shift to keep up appearances, so it's convenient -"

      "ENOUGH! I'm sick to death of that excuse; I'm gonna change this perverted policy AS SOON AS POSSIBLE!" he fumed, face reddening. His own crisp suit and tie bulged outwards with a modest gut. "AND WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THOSE...eh..." His demanding question was cut off as he beheld a strange and disturbing transformation in the innoculation bay below.

      It was good that the lanky, goateed-hispanic man in his mid-twenties was not fully conscious; for the shock as his hips cracked and widened, and his arms thinned would have been a blow to body and mind. Every strand of body hair shriveled and vanished, as muscles blended and faded into softer, suppler curves.

      "You bastards! You think you've gotta create MORE nymphoids?!" Gasped the Director.

      "N-no sir...we're actually trying to stop the process." A lean and wiry scientist responded defensively.

      "I thought you retards were doing Vampire experiments?!" Chase clenched his fists.

      "Oh yes;" wiry scientist confirmed. " Don't be deceived by the popular fiction and unfounded mythology; it's all just a deliberate ruse."

      Dick interjected: "Sooo....I shouldn't expect pasty-faced European aristocrats in black capes?"

      "We all have to remember that the legends, myths, and assumptions we've inherited are in most cases deliberate frauds." Reminded another reseacher with short blond hair and a strongly dimpled chin.

      "Ohh....I see!" Dick approached the windows of the control chamber with renewed interest. "It's much more difficult to defend against Vampires if no one really understands what they are!"

      "That's about the size of it."

      But the victims, the slumbering men who had fallen prey to the seductive promises of ravishing, mysterious women, were barely aware of their plight. They could only moan huskily as asses plumped, hips bulged, enlarged, as fat redeposited. The first man Dick noticed, a hispanic in his mid-twenties, was not aware as his smoothing, feminizing body began to grow ripe, soft mammaries that he would have eagerly fondled an hour before. He did not awaken as a rich cascade of raven hair with a blood-red streak unfolded from his scalp, but it was that final indignity; as his manhood itself, shaft and all rapidly withdrew into an expanded, female pelvis, that was when he awoke. And with that hideous, spine-tingling scream, he was a he no longer.

      Dick shuddered in horror, awed and repulsed at the terrible fate that awaited those deceived into complacency by this dangerous Strain of Nymphoid. Yet he could not look away, as a newly female orifice unfolded from the naked crotch of the Vampire Spawn. The moist, new cunt began the throb and flex, like a thing with a life of its own. The stunningly attractive female sex-pot that had grown out of the body of the male hispanic strained her bonds. Her eyes, once a common brownish shade now flashed with an infernal, blood-red radiance as her supernatural powers awoke.

      Everywhere, the same; men of varying colors and degrees of fitness forcibly morphed into curvy, seductive, feminine shapes while semi-conscious; but each one awakened as his precious cock was sucked inwards; to disappear forever as a wet, hungry vagina blossomed forth.

      "Sooo.....HORNY!" screeched a platinum blond Spawn, her cereal-bowl sized boobs could not cease their buoyant jiggling for even a moment as she struggled mightily with her thick, triple-chained shackles. "HORNY! HORNY!" Within less than a minute, where once there had been 50 young men in good health, now 16 of them had been replaced by smooth-skinned, moist-pussied Nymphoids. Dick couldn't help but notice that none of them had fangs....that he could see.

      "Hey uhm....these...eh...these 'Vampires' eh...they do drink blood right? Or is that just part of the Spin?" The amnesiac agent asked. The leaner, wiry scientist chuckled as he checked his readings.

      "Oh sure; just not with their mouths." He let the threat hang in the air.

      Without pressing for details, Dick turned his eyes towards the metamorphic spectacle unfolding in the innoculation bay. Yet his thoughts were racing, and he frowned his worry over the reaction of this supposed Interim Director. What kind of administrator was Chase if he knew so little about the operations in his own facility? Dick had found data and studied about these Vampire Vaccination tests; and their supposed leader hadn't? It seemed that Area-69 was not in the most capable of hands.

      "Yes, we really scored this time;" chuckled the blond, dimpled researcher. "Our scheme above-ground is bringing in real results; we were able to run this study because a nest of Vampires moved into town, lured by the store, Area-69. In such a sexually-charged atmosphere, they calculated that dozens of gorgeous women with stripper-sized tits acting like whores in Heat would go unnoticed."

      "But they were wrong;" confirmed the lean, lanky scientist. "Our Surface-Teams were able to trap both the Ancient Vampires, and their newly-infected Spawn....now we'll see if our vaccine shows any promise."

      The experiment was over in about two minutes. Out of fifty captured males, who had been seduced, drained, and infected with Vampirism, only six remained male and human after those tense minutes had passed. It started more at the south end of the room, where the youngest men had been situated. Amidst throaty grunts rising in pitch each second, skin smoothed, hips widened, and penises retracted, until there were only six left.

      One of the last was a burly, beef-cake macho man with a 'Semper-Fi' tattoo on his right shoulder, he was scarred and grizzled, with stubble on his chin, and a short scar across his weathered cheek. All his Marine training couldn't have prepared him for the consequences of one night with that incredible, insatiable slut....she wasn't even a hooker either! She had gotten something from him more precious than money....

      And he had lost something of far greater value. His entire body shook with spasms of painful pleasure as his skin seemed to.....melt...the mutagenic virus lodged in his every cell re-engineered his flesh itself in a way that would have confounded the world's leading biologists; but it was an everyday occurence around here.

      There was an odd, squealing grunt as his now smooth ass bulged and ripened, while his pelvis shifted as child-bearing hips appeared. In moments, it was an entirely different creature that writhed naked and chained to the table, the proud tattoo was blurry now, as the feminization regenerated his skin. Dick thought that the process was over by the time his proud, seven-inches of manmeat withdrew inwards, to blossom outward into a wet and hungry cunt. But the madness was only beginning.

      "What the....something's wrong with subject 17!" announced a previously silent, fortyish-looking scientist with salt-and-pepper hair receding at the top. "Upon metamorphosis, the subject's mammaries do not typically exceed a double-D bra-cup in 98% of infected Spawn......"

      "You're Right..." remarked the slim researcher. "Subject 17....Breast-Body index is way off!"

      Were the screams that the former Marine made of pain? Was it lust? Grief over the loss of manhood and humanity? Whichever sensation, it was undoubtedly intense, as feminine howls reverberated through the Innoculation Bay. But it was her breasts that were of special concern...from Dick's vantage point, it was unclear whether the rose-tipped mounds were jiggling solely from the squirming struggles of the woman herself, or whether the careening, wobbling bounces were due to some internal force within each boob.

      Both seemed to be true, as the bounding bosoms seemed to rise upwards with added height and girth each second. The rosy-tipped nipples reminded Dick of two riders on horseback that bounced in their saddles as they slowly but surely, crested the top of a hill.

      "HYPER-FEMINIZATION! EXCEEDING ALL THE PREDICTIONS!" came the cry.

      "MUST HAVE BEEN AN ALLERGIC REACTION TO THE VACCINE!"

      "....TOO FERTILE! PHEROMONE LEVELS UP 300%" it was difficult to distinguish the speaker, with all the frantic scientists yelling at once. But with a keening wail of relief, Subject 17's breasts, having burgeoned from a size much like that of a grapefruit, through at least 4 inches of wobbling, jiggling expansion, had soon reached the ripe girth of honey-dew melons in less time than it took to say it. But the troublesome mammaries had widened at nearly two inches past that size when the spurting began.

      Arching her back, the new and over-fertile Spawn released twin streams of hot, rich milk from her darkening nipples. The throbbing, pumping crotch that had once housed manhood, now yawned with feminine emptiness as pungeant pheromones saturated the air. But the observers could see only the moist girl-cum beginning to slather the sleek thighs of the she-devil; as the arousal of her first Rut cut deeply into every fiber of her being.

      Compounding the soul-numbing horror of the transforming victims, was the escape. The shackles that held down the impossibly-endowed female creature in bed 17 wavered, rattled, and unlocked!

      "NO!! WE...WE MISCALCULATED!! THE COMPUTER WAS UNCALIBRATED FOR THIS DEGREE OF HYPER-FEMINIZATION!!!" as the workers frantically sounded alarms, the lactating sex-demon arose from its prison, and lunged for a nearby table.

      Of course, it was one of the six remaining men who had remained men after infection with vampirism. The abomination that crawled towards the bed of a thirty-something black man with an exceptionally thick moustache and beard cackled as she eyed her prey, honey-blond hair with a bold red streak falling across her smooth, aquiline face. Dick wondered whether this misbegotten horror remembered that 3 minutes ago, she'd been a man herself. Apparently not; it seemed as though once you had been Turned, your old life was just a vague memory. Now, Dick released a long-repressed shudder, his hands pressed to the plexiglass. Once, there had been a macho man willing to fight and die to serve his country; but now there was only a nymphomanical Porn-Queen with an outrageously plump ass and milk-leaking tits.

      That drooling pussy was poised over the erect, thrusting cock of the male below her; the Spawn's eyes glowing an infernal red with triumph. She buried her Prey's face in her wobbling, bulbous, breasts; flaunting her outrageous femininity as she prepared for that seminal moment, she positioned her hot tunnel of lust above the hard, black meat angling upwards, when the white foam  blasted her right in the pussy.

      The teams responded quickly to any such breach like this. The rutting vampire spawn was sprayed and then tackled by what appeared to be a team of attractive lingerie models. It was a demanding job, for these women also worked as waitresses in the bar connected to the sex-shop; and as such they often remained in their red and pink, lingerie push-up bras with gartered stockings for most of the day. This group carried clear gas-masks, connected to extra oxygen tanks for use during lengthy exposure to Nymphoid pheromones. Each had a belt full of blue vials containing Libidinex, the sexual suppresant that was often vital in such a crisis, and now they blasted away with metal nozzles that spewed Holy Water foam, an effective deterrent against creatures of magical evil.

      The Spawn was hauled off, paralyzed from the Holy Water, as an Evangelon was strapped to her forehead, dampening her vampiric powers. Even still, those great mounds of titflesh released rivulets of lactation, and still seemed to be growing slightly. Another dose of foam was applied to the bosom and crotch, as the lingerie-clad security force tried desperately to stall the Hyper-Feminization.

      "You bumbling incompetants!" sneered Interim Director Chase, as he surreptitiously adjusted his pants and belt. "What if that monster had gotten out of the Bay?"

      "It didn't; and what's important is that we've managed to raise the effectiveness of our vaccine against viral-induced feminization to 12%." responded Dimples.

      "On balance; today was a good day." The older, balding researcher decided.

      But Dick was not so cavalier. Should he ever be tempted to break the sexual-contact prohibition against Nymphoids, he would remember this day. He would remember the Horrors that squirmed with moist-pussied arousal in the chamber below.

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      "You know, maybe we're going about this the wrong way;" Dick suggested, as he studied the digital screen. This laboratory had a number of large screens that seemed to be monitoring to movements of extremely attractive women going about normal business in public. In particular, he was observing a young lady that seemed to be on the cusp of her high-school years, perhaps a little over 18. She was in some sort of flashy food-court at a bustling shopping mall. The bubblegum she chewed behind her moist lips, and her silvery sunglasses framed by her bronze-colored, blondish hair helped to foster a fun-loving, teenage image.

      She was carried on sleek legs with a natural tan that resembled what most women could achieve only through nylons...up to her denim short-shorts. Her bare midriff was adorned only with a sparkling, faux gemstone within a navel ring, and strapped close by on the hem of her shorts was what looked like an I-pod, but the Area-69 observers knew that she was not listening to music, she was not some flighty teen looking for the next fling; she was hunting. After a short pause to observer her, Dick continued his critique.

      "You guys have been experimenting for months on ways to drain her powers, and suppress her mating drives, so that Nymphoids like this will be less of a threat to society; but maybe we should go the opposite direction...." The chaps-wearing Agent remarked; trying to settle back into the routine of his prior assignment: Nymphoid Counter-measure Research. Finding ways to suppress and control the dangerous powers of Supernatural Nymphoids from a remote distance.

      Dick stepped forward and grasped at several knobs and dials on the control panel before him, and began to turn them all towards the maximum setting. There was a low, throbbing hum as exotic radiation began to bombard their target. The girl on the screen stopped short, and a dainty hand decorated with a friendship bracelet lightly touched the front of the yellow tank-top that contained her dangerous bosom. All knew that it was her breasts that were the greatest threat; they were perky, yet plump mounds that stretched the top to a size near to that of a D-cup, a little more than five inches of difference between the fullest part of her bust and her chest. She was large enough to attract the Tit-man, yet those men without love of large breasts should not be put off. At least, not at first....until those perfect orbs began to shake...quiver...and grow!

      "Dick! Did your amnesia make you forget why we're here!?" protested Agent Marcus; a freckle-faced young biochemistry prodigy who'd fallen in with some South-American Drug Dealers; and had been made an offer he dared not refuse from Uncle Sam. "The focus of this experiment is to SUPPRESS the Nymphoid's sexual abilities!"

      On screen, the girl arched her back and yelped as her boobs seemed to shoot forward, nipples forming even more prominent indentations in the yellow tank-top. But in truth, each breast was growing ever larger by the second.

      Agent Marcus stood angrily, running a hand through his spiky red hair in frustration as he smoothed out his labcoat. "Now's not the time to play out your kinky fantasies! We're dealing with a Class 2 Supernatural Breeder; in a public setting, larger breasts have a greater likelihood of attracting more male attention!" Dick smiled, and was about to comment, but Marcus spoke over him, continuing his condemnation. "Breeder-type Nymphoids have the potential to be the most dangerous of all! This Strain has a gestation cycle thousands of times faster than any natural organism! Even one Breeder could birth a horde that could destroy a small city in months! And this one is on the prowl for her next stud!"

      "Hey! I hear you!" Insisted Dick, at the controls. "But did you ever consider giving her too much of a good thing?"

       The exotic radiation, tailored for the bizarre biology of the Nymphoids continued, triggering enhanced feminization. By now, the dangerous Breeder was searching frantically for a bench...a chair... as the rippling throbs of painful pleasure pulsed from her prodigious boobs. Soon, the straps of her top tightened as their busty payload increased with fleshy jiggles towards a grapefruit-size, as the girl-creature lurched towards a public bench. Her rising mountains of tit had formed high slopes of tan-skinned girlflesh with ever deepening cleavage. Between the time when she first sat down, to her second furtive pant, her sprouting whoppers could have contained all the liquid of a coffee-mug in the section of boob that was visible above the edge of her top alone! Nipples jutted outward, forming points of shadow as her nips attained a near-thimble size. 

      Agent Marcus studied the screen with a mask of worry that creased his brow. "I....whatever your plan is, it's just too dangerous, Dick. With Breeder-Strains, all the organism has to do is copulate with one human male every 72 hours, and within a month, you can get hundreds of nymphomaniacal breeding sluts! The risk....it's just...."

      "Minimal. Look at her; she's past an F-cup by now! How many girls like that do you see in real life? Ermm...when you're not upstairs in our sex-plaza?" A helpful young man with brown hair and a friendly smile had sat down to try to help the struggling young woman, who could only stare at him in open-mouthed shock as a tortured strap finally came loose, forcing her to contain her ripening curves in hand as she blossomed from conventional cup-sizes, towards a womanly fullness more like that of prize-winning produce. Dainty fingers sunk deeply into jiggling juggs large enough to contain at least four apples with ease....no....make that five.... This creature, though lacking the normal modesty of a human female, was not accustomed to such a profound lack of control! Such a sudden violation of her appearance was a rude shock! As she contemplated the enormity of her surprise, the darkening halos of her aureolas grew visible, heralding the end of any hope she might have had to remain decent.

      As she fled for the entrance, in a futile attempt to escape the gawking mobs, the teenage Nymphoid had no choice but to secure her growing, balloning, flowing breasts with both hands clamped tightly to her chest. Before she could flee on frantic, sandal-clad feet, her fingers were sinking into mammaries with diameters easily equal to that of twin dinner plates. But she stumbled then, faltering as she neared the first set of automatic doors that led to the mall's exit. It was her ass. The secret sciences of Area-69 triggered an unprecedented sexual reaction with her unwholesome biology. The subtle radiation caused a further exaggeration of her body. The short-shorts rode up between her plump ass cheeks violently, as butt and hips suffered a sudden eruption of fertile expansion.

      She grunted and shimmied with discomfort, as the plump slopes of her tanned ass forced their way out into the light, and in the space between two steps her denim shorts seemed more like bikini bottoms. While she did indeed make it outside, into the parking lot of the mall; it was at that moment that her tortured tank top at last failed her. Glorious globes wobbled in her clutching grasp; and while her breasts had already burgeoned from a volume like that of a backpack, on towards a grandeur a little less than beachballs; there was a new problem.

Sensitivity....

      In the end, there was no escape; the formerly calm, self-assured, she-devil had planned to spend the day selecting a hapless human stud to father her latest brood, and upon whose energy she could feast. Instead, she could do nothing more than hide behind a pair of decorative shrubs as she masturbated her cum-drenched cunt with curled fingers and throaty moans.

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      "Yes, I know the stated intent of this experiment;" Dick assured Agent Marcus, as he moved over to another panel of dials and knobs. "But think bigger; think about why we're REALLY here, and most important; why are the Nymphoids really a threat?" Marcus frowned, his hand on his chin, as he played along.

      "Aside from a whole host of dangerous, sexual powers, they can infiltrate us. Many of them have existed for more than a century, but they look just like fresh-faced college-coeds with perfect tits."

      "Right!" Insisted Dick as he turned up a large, ominous dial as far as it could go. "We're not even sure how many of them are, because they infiltrate our society! Yes, their powers are a threat; but instead of struggling to suppress them, it occured to me that if we enhance their abilities, we can neutralize their major advantage!" A low hum filled the air as the radiation beams that had such drastic effects on Nymphoid physiology warmed up. There was another large, digital monitor near Dick's head that displayed a rather different situation....

      "And therefore gentlemen, comprehensive statistics indicate a consistent increase in the bust-size of American women over the past decade." Informed the slender, asian, junior-executive with a neat pony-tail curtailing her ebony hair. Indeed, she seemed to perfectly exemplify the subject of her speech before the firm gaze of the other board members; it was rare to see an asian with breasts the size of cereal bowls. Her plump bosoms formed a tight valley of well-defined cleavage within her tan-colored business dress. To her credit, she attempted to continue speaking even as the swelling began.

      "I propose...a series of tours concerning bra, and cup-size aware...awareness." In the time it took to propose it; her own cups seemed to have blossomed forth at least one size, the front of her tan suit began to bulge. "Women....need to know....how to measure themselves...at the same time..we.." She tried to stop her dark eyes from widening as the creamy slopes of bosom thrust themselves forward into view.

      "We will explain...how breast size is measured; while pro-promoting our own line of support-bras." While she was afraid to call attention to her suddenly swollen mammaries, it was integral to her performance. She cupped her now canteloupe-sized boobs in each hand. "We'll....demonstrate the proper way to measure the largest part of a woman's chest, and then how to compare that with the fullest part of the breast." And hers were getting fuller yet! Buttons began to strain on her outfit.

      "As you all know, 1 inch difference between chest and the fullest part of the breast is an A-cup. Continue to add an inch of difference for B, C, and D...D-cups. By most standards, 5 inches is a double-D, 6 inches of difference between chest and bosom is triple-D, like mine...." She examined her now quivering, bulging bust.... "Eh...make that a Double -F. Wh-which is 7 inches." Another twitch as her suit tightened further around a pair of renegade boobs. The men in the audience began to narrow their eyes in suspicion.

      "I'm sorry....d-did I say I was a Double-F? Eh....guess not....more than 8 inches of difference now....m-makes me a G....G.....

"G-CUP!"

       And that was the point at which her Bra; made by the same company she worked for, burst spectacularly, as the back strap popped open, burdened far beyond its intended capacity. The rosy-tipped juggs seemed to push themselves into the light of day with almost deliberate intent; as the junior executive was exposed before the members of the board. And still they grew! Aureolas widened from a diameter the size of a drinking glass towards a coffee mug...and beyond... her nipples soon sprouted from pea-sized nubs to pencil-erasers. Raw boob covered and surged over the grip of her fingers, it was as if the surprise and humiliation etched on her oriental features served only to make her bustline bigger!

      Lost...there was no hope. Her career was ruined; the entire board saw that she was some kind of bizarre sex-freak. They had seen that she was not, could not be truly human. She had invested so much in the infiltration of this company! But if she had to flee, it would not be without compensation.

      His name was Dennis Roland, and up-and-coming rising star of the corporate universe. His smooth, center-parted brown hair and bedroom eyes had swayed the gaze of many a secretary. Trips to the company gym confirmed the whispered rumors of his hardened, athletic physique, and she intended to discover if the other rumors had been true....

      The junior executive, abandoning her presentation leapt onto the table, grasped up Roland by his pants with amazing strength for a girl of so petite a frame, and tore open his trousers! She had lost everything; soon her coworkers and superiors would start digging; they'd discover her many arrests for soliciting prostitution, they'd learn of the orgies, gang-bangs, and bachelour parties, and a determined study would reveal that she hadn't aged a day since the 1960's! Better to flee now, but not without reward.

      She had intended to seduce the upper-tier executives; feasting upon their semen and enslaving them with her powers. She would have used the Company's resources to put herself in eternal luxury and provide opportunity and security for the many spawn she intended to birth. She could not have all that, but at least, at the very least she would have the sperm of this one!

      At the very least, she would feel this man's lips upon her breasts! With her skills, it might be possible to coax him to orgasm before security guards could arrive to tear them apart! She should have escaped, she should have fled...and yet, all she could do was thrust Roland's face between her cleavage while masturbating her own tight cunt.

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      She had told him that her name was Susan; but that was only one of many aliases she used. Susan had to admit, what should have been an easy day was turning out to be more difficult that she had planned for. Here, at this waterslide, surrounded by hard-bodies and babes, the sexual tension in the air set her nerves on edge, and her pussy to moistening.

      Luckily, her boyfriend for the day, a powerfully-built basketball team captain, couldn't tell with his smouldering dark eyes, just how moist Susan's womanhood was; wet as her hot pink bikini was from the chlorinated water of the nearby swimming pool. But with a gentle, freckled hand upon the taut, black skin of his strong back, she could sense his own desire. He had worn those trunks with the inner, restrictive lining for a reason; to obscure the occasional hardening of his powerful, 9 inches of manmeat.

      Susan stepped daintily into the waiting pool before pushing off onto the smooth surface of the downward sloping waterslide. She adjusted her generous boobs of the size and shape of a gypsy's crystal ball, which hung perfectly in the triangular cups of her pink bikini. She brushed a strand of red hair from her face as she pushed off on her lubricated, plastic mat to ease passage down the slide; ignoring the tingling, swelling sensation in her chest. 

      She giggled with the simple joy as her body picked up speed down the slide's twists and turns....yet with each curve she took, it seemed as if her inertia increased; as if she was becoming increasingly top-heavy....her breasts! Something...something was happening; her boobs seemed larger....heavier with each turn in the slide! She hunched down lower, trying to squeeze her rebellious, freckled mammaries between her body and the mat that slid down the smooth waterslide.

      Even suppressed, she could feel the globes pulsing, throbbing, pushing against their confines.

SWISH....another turn in the slide...another inch and a half of growth for her bulging boobs. Soon, her slick mat rode up high on a wall as she rounded one of the final curves, and she slipped off the mat; a common enough occurence here, but it would make it impossible to hide her rebellious chest! The pink straps of her bikini were taut as cables; struggling to contain a freckly cargo that had gained....5...6 inches in bosomy girth since starting!

      Careening, swaying, wobbling whoppers bounced to and fro, and even as Susan spiraled out of control down the slick surface of the slide, completing the remaining distance on her shapely rump, she still tried to maintain her grip upon pliant, mammalian mountains that surged with their own fertile weight as she slid ever faster. But...there was more....there trouble....something terrible had happened...some outside force had affected her body in an unknown way....Something had gone wrong inside; her breasts were changing, growing heavier for some reason....

      Susan splashed down into the receiving pool at the bottom of the vast waterslide, the combination of frantic motion and tensile strain at that moment caused her hot-pink bikini to slip loose; revealing outrageous breasts that had grown from pleasant orbs, towards the upper-end of the bra-cup alphabet, and now towards a size not unlike that of pumpkins worthy to be jack-o-lanterns. Her coaster-sized, browning aureolas hung lower on her freckled front, and those fingertip nipples seemed to widen....and spurt.

      Her boyfriend, a beefy, black basketball team captain whose smooth-shaven head glistened with pool water would soon be glistening with hot jets of creamy milk that spurted with abandon from the over-ripe body of the Nymphoid known as Susan. And still they grew! What else could she do but moan with the stimulation, clutching her tits in panic as she ballooned ever larger, grew ever more fecund! The seething, lurid pleasure of her ripening left her paralyzed; moaning and fondling her nipples with brow-furrowed passion, as white rivers of spurting lactate colored the waters and spattered the muscled chest of her intended mate. Her body had betrayed her! She hadn't intended her boyfriend to find out how fertile she really was! Would he be frightened? Aroused? Had she lost her chance to mate with him? She was attracting too much attention, from everyone...but she couldn't stop fondling, groping her own breasts, milking her nipples, she could not stop her moans of forbidden pleasure....she could not stop fondling her breasts! Her breasts!

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      "You see; suppressing their powers won't ultimately solve the problem!" Dick explained. "To beat the thousands...maybe tens of thousands of Nymphoids still at large and feeding upon male lust is to deny them the chance to infiltrate us! How many women outside of a strip-club have breasts bigger than her own head? Well...a few perhaps...but this limits our list of suspects! If we have agents standing close by a suspected Nymphoid, and then if we can enhance her fertility, identifying them will be child's play! Just grab the woman whose tits grow as big as basketballs and can't stop masturbating!" Dick was getting enthusiastic, and Agent Marcus' eyes widened; he said nothing, but was clearly analyzing the prospect with serious interest. Dick continued.

      "Their pheromones and erototoxins aren't their most dangerous weapons! It's the ability to mimic normal women! Let's take that away from them! Only thing that bothers me..." Dick frowned and scratched his head. "How are we able to bombard them with these energy rays from such a great distance? How does this technology work?" Marcus chuckled.

      "That...my forgetful friend, is one of our most impressive achievements;" Agent Marcus pulled a lever against the wall, and a wide, titanium barricade in the wall behind them opened up like a garage door, revealing three plexiglass holding cells. Sure enough, within were the three naked Nymphoids he'd just seen on screen. Each was running on a floor that moved like a treadmill, and all of them were wearing a glittering, technological helmet with wires and circuits strung across the surface, with metal panels covering their eyes and ears.

      "What the..... but I thought..." Dick stammered.

      "Experimental Virtual Reality technology. These are some of our special cases;  We use carefully crafted VR scenarios, and cryogenic suspension to trick them. Nymphoids we've captured who don't know they've been captured. This allows us to study their hunting strategies and behaviors in 'The Wild', so to speak. The little Breeder who looks like a teenager..." he gestured towards the naked sex-pot in the first cell, though she certainly wasn't little in the chest! "She thinks she's been able to spawn dozens of times, and is quite smug about it; but it's all a sham, just scenarious we've concocted by manipulating sensory data. That's all this type cares about; Breeders seek only to proliferate their species as often as possible; preferably with as many different fathers as possible, for genetic diversity. But the lives they've been living are as synthetic as the plexiglass we've got them in. We can invent whatever kind of situations we want them to experience, and gather the data accordingly."

      "Wooo! Maybe I should change my name to Neo! Or maybe Agent Smith...." Dick suggested facetiously. Agent Marcus picked up a black telephone, dialed a single number and spoke quickly.

      "Biochemistry Department? Yes, we need some Pheromone workups of maximized intensity......yes, you heard me; maximized intensity!...... I know we were supposed to be suppressing the response.....Don't argue; just get it done." Hanging up the receiver, he turned back to Dick. "I've got some reservations about your idea, but it might prove more promising that anything we've come up with so far; so we'll explore it and see where it takes us. But if we're going to increase the sexual traits of the Nymphoids, there's another Department that you need to visit; research you need to study...."

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      "Mmmmm....so tense, Mi Amore. Does not de sight of Yvette's huge boobs excite you? When de legs are spread for you and your manhood, does not de pussy make Mi Amore hard?

      "It's just that....I...I need to let off stress...to think....I think better....after screwing you....what to do about Bigswallow?

      "Ah, de young one? He has a hard time keeping his penis from rising when he sees Yvette's boobs."             

      "Er...that's not...it's just he may have seen us together! It was a lucky breach of security....*UNNGH*....lucky that the Mnemovore got to him....he was in the right place...at the wrong time....now he lost his memory.....but what if he gets it back? He saw us! What...what am I going...*NGGGH* to do?"

      "Ohh...first...you will continue to flick Yvette's nipples in de way you do...oooh....yes...do not go into de pussy too soon...Yes...play wit de titties! Leek dem...yes....and Yvette will help."

      "*MPH*....*SLURP*"

      "AHHH! De nub! De clit! It ees your best skill! You know...you know how to touch Yvette; how to tease de pussy! And Yvette knows how to help Mi Amore....Ooohhhhhh.....de young one, Beegswallow, has been shaking tings up, wit his new ideas. It would be easy....easy....mmmm....easy to believe dat he took a reesk wit a dangerous woman....like me....mmmmm."

      "You all aren't really human; you're creatures of sex; you're a natural-born slut....you crave my penis! What a dirty...mmmph.... slut!"

      "Heh! You tink Yvette ees insulted? Eet is leeberating to be de slut! To live for de sex! So much sex! Eet is a joy whenever de penis cums inside Yvette! Mi Amore should let oters feel dat joy! Dere are many like Yvette here.....let dere be anoter accident.....when de young one is alone....let dere be a lapse in de security....one like Yvette will be happy....happy to feel de cock! Eef she is a dangerous one, Mi Amore not need to worry. Ehh....you have de vampires yes? De new spawn crave de cock "

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      She just needed a small boost; just a little bit of an edge. Talia adjusted her nipple-spikes as she stole secretely into the Biochemistry sector; and located the rack of test tubes that Dick and Agent Marcus had ordered. For her, it was child's play to pass through the three layers of fingerprint and retina scanners into the laboratory with so many horizontal storage cabinets containing test-tube racks.

      Yes...soon she saw a rack of test tubes that contained what she needed; what she was desperate for. In the end, she couldn't wait for Dick to regain his memory; she decided that she needed an edge to rekindle their romance. She chuckled; eyes raising to the ceiling as she momentarily relived the few, furtive weeks of passion that she had shared with the young agent. She'd always had a thing for younger men! And Dick himself....he seemed to have more....mature interests. Even before losing his memory, he'd done as well as any man could have to ignore the thousands of naked nymphoids who paraded their luscious nudity before him daily. He really seemed to be interested in serious relationships.

      But nonetheless, he was still a man, and she needed to use the right bait to hook him. There was one ray of hope, though. He'd actually dumped her two days before the Mnemovore escaped! Didn't want to compromise his professional integrity with an 'office-romance'! So he'd said; but she didn't believe it. Talia suspected that one of the Nymphoids was getting to him; some were clever enough to appeal to a man's higher emotions in addition to his lust. She had a sneaking suspicion that it was that brazen whore Yvette. The scientists watching the Cajun Nymphoid reported an elevation of metabolic activity whenever she saw young agent Bigswallow. That was the answer, no doubt. She had her hooks in him! But there was no...natural way a real woman could compete against these devilish beings of pure sex! There were creatures that the Agency had captured who'd been sucking cock since before the Conquistadors! Against impossible, ageless beauty, and experience that surpassed the most successful mortal whores, what could any natural woman do?

      The only thing she could; she'd use the powers of the Nymphoids for her own gain. That was what they were here for right? To study the powers of these creatures to benefit mankind. For her, right now, she would benefit greatly with just a little bit of succubi mating musk. Once she'd lured him in by his cock, she could engage his loftier passions; she just needed to get a foot in the door.

      It was odd though, on the central table between the horizontal storage cabinets of biological samples, there was a rack of tubes lying out; clearly labeled: 'MATING MUSKS', then today's date, also the designation and legendary name of the creature that provided the pheromones. What she wanted was just lying out here, plain as day. How very convenient; but she couldn't dwell on that now.

      Talia slinked out of the biochem sector, tucking the clear vial into her brassiere. It should be safe; after all Dick's team was assigned to find ways of suppressing the sexuality of supernatural Nymphoids; so the mating musk from a suppresed succubus should give her just the edge needed, with no real side-effects, right?

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      The slick oil gleamed on their naked bodies. At first, it was mainly the legs and feminine feet that filled his gaze; since most of the subjects were thrashing those legs in an unending expression of carnal bliss. There must have been dozens...close to a hundred nude, slippery women writhing in the rounded basin of this pit. But Dick needed to remind himself that these were not normal women at all, but rather creatures of pure sex. Beings consumed with prurient lusts that overwhelmed even the randiest teenage male. Their achingly gorgeous faces and voluptuously jiggling anatomy stirred primal sensations, and Dick decided to reach for his extra inoculation of Libidinex.

      *GULP* "Not real women...." Dick reminded himself. "They're just...just using these forms to trick men into screwing them."

      "Ya, and ve haff found vays of using zem." agreed the tall, broad-chinned honey-blond woman wearing the same leathery dominatrix gear as Talia had, complete with dog collar and nipple spikes. "Ze extraction of pure orgasmic energy has many medical applications. Zese sexual predators shall be used for ze betterment of mankind." Declared Dr. Uta Hein, lead researcher of the Orgone Extraction Project, and the World's most reknowned expert on Class 2 Nymphoids. (Not that there were many such experts!)

      "Annnnnd...this extraction of energy involves a massive, lesbian, oil-wrestling orgy?" Dick asked skeptically. Indeed, the sex monsters were grasping, fondling, licking one other in the most sensitive of areas; as if their very lives depended upon outrageous lesbian sex with as many partners as possible. It was impossible to tell which pair of slender hands belonged to whom, whose bouyant, slippery bosom was it that gleamed so in the light? Several Nymphoids would gang-up upon those that seemed more reluctant that the others, forcing apart legs and thighs that red lips could be buried noisily within tight cunts in a feeding frenzy of crazed muff-diving.

      "Ya, ve are avid students of ze vork of a 1940's Sexuality Researcher named Villiam Reich. He created a machine vhich he claimed could store electric current if two creatures engaged in sexual activity inside. Ve haff improved upon zese design. Ze Sappho Chamber can channel and store raw sexual energy from up to two-hundred women in orgasm at vonce. Today, ve are a little over 50% capacity." Dick tried to keep his mouth from falling upon at the spectacle, a raven-haired beauty had risen up proudly in the center of the oily swarm, thrusting both hands into the pussy and ass respectively of red-headed twins on hands and knees as they gushed girlcum down already moist thighs. The dark-haired nymph was thrusting down her naked crotch upon a fluid procession of female faces, forcing a host of Nymphoids to eat her out.

      "Huh...how 'bout that....." Dick remarked weakly. "But....these girls can't all swing that way; how do you get them so...desperate for each other?"

      "Zee Lesbigel zey are all coated in contains a variety of irresistable, synthetic aphrodisiacs. Ze vents high above ze floor put out a concentrated extract of male sveat." Dr. Hein chuckled, "Vomen claim to hate ze scent, but pure sveat contains subtle, male pheromones zat haff a powerful effect on any voman. But it may take between three to five minutes before ze combination has achieved ze desired effect."

      "Hmm...so between the man sweat and the Lesbigel, any woman you put in there will eventually get so hot and bothered that they'll have to grab for the nearest warm body available?"

      "Ya, and ve store ze energy for future use."  For several long moments, Dick could do little but stare with open-mouthed awe at the squirming, licking, moaning femininity consumed by the irresistable orgy.

      "...- Did you hear me, Agent Bigswallow? I am preparing ze download of our entire research for your vork on increasing ze libido of nymphoids." Dr. Hein reported. Behind her in the Sappho Chamber, the captives became more aggressive. An olive-skinned beauty with especially statuesque legs was pressing a petite brunnette against the wall, forcing the smaller nymph to eat out her pussy. Closer examination revealed the formation of a 'pecking-order', certain Nymphoids bullied the others into lesbian servitude; where domination was expressed by sexual favors.

      "Increase ze pheromone output by 20% in ze Sappho Chamber, I believe ve can still increase our extraction." Suggested Dr. Hein.

      "M-making...the adjustments...nh-heh-heh...now..." stammered a short and squat labcoat-clad researcher with a balding head, and a face mostly obscured by an extensive array of multi-lensed binoculars.

      "Zis is Dr. Tom, he has been observing ze nymphoids for years, von of our longest serving assistants."

      "I bet." Dick said.

      "Y-yes...right...so...." Dick swallowed, struggling to return to the business at hand. "Where does....what do you do with most of the erhh.... energy you gather?"

      "Ze sexual energy has therapeutic value, in addition to being an optimal food source for ze class 2's. Allow me to demonstrate." With the clicking of a few buttons, another titamiun barricade in the back wall of the rectangular control chamber lifted.

      They intended the chamber to be soundproof, yet the howling cries of wide-mouthed ecstasy still reached the humans' ears behind the plexiglass as a groaning din of animalistic passion. This laboratory was a high cylinder, extending up into the ceiling beyond Dick's field of view. Metallic pallets with ample restraints were arranged along the walls in rows. And each contained a naked, sweaty woman with thighs spread, and what appeared to be a mechanical arm driving into each moistening cunt. None where fully aware of their reality, as hemispherical helmets which Dick recognized as the Virtual Reality receivers covered each head.

      "Hmm....ze arousal index has dropped by 6% in sector 2." Dr. Hein announced, studying the rows of nude, restrained females being forcibly masturbated in the midst of VR fantasies. A computer monitor on the upper left side of the control room displayed a wire-frame model of what could only be a penis. The press of a few buttons caused the models to shift. There were a variety of lengths, some were ribbed, some appeared to be vibrating.

      "Increase length of sector 2 dildoes by....1.5 inches." Dr. Tom giggled as he made the necessary adjustments. The wire-frame computer image changed accordingly, and the bucking, moaning females in the 2nd row of the cylinder began to thrash more violently in their restraints, their hips churning powerfully against the thrusting, mechanized penises.

      "Ze efficiency of ze feeding process is nearing 60%, and alvays improving. By simulating sexual intercourse, energy channeled from ze Sappho Chamber goes to nourish ze class 2 nymphoids, allowing us a substitute for zere dangerous feeding process."

      "What kind of VR scenario do they get?" Agent Bigswallow asked. Dr. Hein pressed a few buttons. A spotlight shown upon a tall beauty with the toned figure of a fitness model, a smooth cascade of auburn-mahogany hair, with tremulous stripper-tits the size of volleyballs. She shook and kicked on her hard pallet, but it was not clear whether she wished to escape her chains.....or embrace whatever entity was responsible for her forced pleasure. On a viewscreen nearby, there flashed an image of a barrel-chested, clean-shaven, lothario of Mediterranean extraction with flowing locks of curled, ebon hair. On the screen, the two were writhing naked upon a sandy beach, muscles throbbing as the virtual stud pounded deeply into the quivering nymphoid in a missionary-positioned mating.

      Dr. Hein twisted a dial. The wire-frame model of the associated dildo widened by at least an inch, and the temperature increased by 6 degrees fahrenheit. The auburn-haired sexual-prisoner bucked in her chains, her venus mound shaking vigorously as she slathered the vibrating, energized dildo with the nectar of her ecstasy.

      "Ah! Ze Orgasmic Frequency Index has increased by 2%!"

      "Ne-heheh...we're on the cusp of a mm-heh-heh  breakthrough..." tittered the disturbing Dr. Tom.

      There were three basic scenarios being zapped into the brains of the captive audience via the Virtual-Reality helmets; The sandy beach with the long-haired lover, another scenario that resembled a wealthy mansion in the one of the Antebellum Southern States with a clean-cut Aryan blond man with hair neatly pressed into a perfectly styled center-part wearing (but not for long) the blue uniform of the Union army during the Civil War.

      Last was a swanky, upscale, modern urban penthouse with heart-shaped furniture, floor-sized lava-lamps and plasma globes. Females in this scenario found themselves ravished by a smooth, bald-shaven black man with rippling muscles and firm, chiseled features. He emerged from a restroom wearing a blue velvet bathrobe. It was probably intended to be the abode of some rap superstar or pro-athlete. The three virtual men and their scenarios where repeated throughout the chamber, their images bombarding the brains of the captive nymphoids.

      It took Dick only a few moments to scrutinize this giant cannister of forced lust before he took a shot at the controls. His prior computer expertise plus a few hours greedily reading all he could about the Area-69 Intranet and subsystems gave him a quick grasp of the technology before him.

      "Vhat are you..." began Dr. Hein, before the image on screen shifted. The writhing, auburn-haired nymphoid was approached from behind by the muscled, bald, black stud on the beach, even as she was being drilled mercilessly by the long-haired, olive-skinned male. In real life, the sharing that took place next would have been less likely, but the illusionary boy-toys both cooperated to lift up the disheveled, luscious body of the woman between them, and pressed her against themselves. The long-haired one withdrew for a moment, while the black stud roughly speared her gaping, wet cunt with his 10 inches of ebony hardness.

      But the original penis, (of similar length) thrust into her from behind, as she was doubly penetrated by a male sandwich of synthesized virility. While such a position might have been extremely difficult in real life, in the virtual world, the neurons were stimulated precisely, creating an experience indistinguishable from the actual orgy.

      On her real-world pallet, the sleek slut arched her back furiously, humping her naked thighs as irresistable pleasures boiled her brain. The chains struggled to contain the thrashing, naked, sweating she-devil. Though there was still but one dildo grinding into her womanhood, the awesome technology could create almost any conceivable sensation. Dr. Hein slapped her own forehead.

      "All zis time! Vhy did I not sink of zhat? It should haff been so obvious! A red light flashed, accompanied by a frantic, high-pitched beep. The auburn-haired nymphoid grunted vigorously as her breasts seemed to rise higher...fuller...larger.

      "Ah! Quicker zhan before! Ze Nymphoid is loosing control over her fertility powers, and ees forced to revert to her true form!" This had happened before, that Dick had seen. Apparently, the true form of most Nymphoids is a body of impossibly exaggerated voluptuousness, with breasts so plump and vast that a real women would find herself at the Chiropractor inside of 48 hours. While the female currently under Dick's scrutiny now had a bustline noticeably larger than the wobbling volleyballs she'd once been graced with, he had no doubt her jiggling bosom would grow far more than the mere three inches in five seconds he'd just observed. And he would be here to gather all the data, record it, and use it to develop a new line of libido-enhancing weaponry that would reduce any Nymphoid in its path to a masturbating mass of ripening boobflesh.     

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      Some of them thought he was just a useless appendage; but he understood. He did not truly need to understand all the powers and dangers of the sex-monsters this Agency captured; for the man slipping into the the cloistered maintenence corridor on the south edge of the Vampire holding pens was concerned with the security of the facility. It was a foregone conclusion that he would do whatever he had to in order to get the free, easy, abundant sex right in front of him.

      But discretion was a must, of course. For anyone working here, the Feds had ways of slapping multiple felonies onto anyone's record for a breach of secrecy or security concerning Area 69.

      "The sex is never easy...." he grunted as he pried loose a service panel controlling one of the titanium barricades that protected the rest of the facility from the nymphomaniacal entities trapped within the Vampire pens. "I'm either....paying for it...lying to get it....or risking...*NNNFH*...jail time. But he'd weighed the dangers, the potential, and the rewards long ago. These otherworldly sluts feed upon sex and lust; used it as weapons to ensnare and possess men. They could give more pleasure than an entire whore-house combined to any man that fell into their clutches. Yes, some could devour souls, feed on your maleness until you became a woman yourself, use you to breed swarms of their own kind....but in the end, this was the place. In this controlled environment, he could enjoy the sex-starved, voluptuous abominations with greatest safety.

      But first, he had to take care of himself, he had to eliminate anything and anyone that could put him and his position at risk. There was no choice, no hesistation. Bigswallow had to be removed. It should be a simple matter; he thought, as he cut a few green wires, reconnected some yellow ones inside the service panel. It was a simple, yet elegant plan. Bigswallow had been shaking things up lately, providing new ideas and encouraging other agents and scientists to think in different directions. Someone like that could create risk; someone like that might cause an accident....someone like that could easily suffer an accident. The man knew how to reroute the internal sensors; his sabotage of the locking mechanism would go unnoticed, and when Bigswallow's duty roster required him to visit this sector....he'd be in for a nasty, (yet very pleasurable surprise) By disabling only the doors between different holding cells, his sabotage would go unnoticed for now. There were the major sealed checkpoints that separated most of the Agents from the Nymphoid pens, and he didn't dare touch those.

      But just a few crossed wires on the doors between holding pens, and Bigswallow would find himself attacked by the sex-starved captives he was assigned to study! He couldn't give the young agent a chance to regain his memory, and against one of the big-titted, fanatically randy Vampire-sluts, soon enough he'd no longer be an agent; he'd be just another nymphoid to be locked up, proded, and forcibly masturbated!

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      She was ancient, and in her many long centuries, the raven-haired beauty had been known by a pantheon of names; though she preferred to call herself Arya. She often frequented places like this; this 'Area-69' Sex-superstore. Her prey could be snared so easily here.

      Arya was good at appearing innocent; she had found the precise combination of facial expressions to convey the youthful naivete of a small-town girl gone to the 'Big City' for the first time. It did not matter whether the 'Big City' was Babylon, Constantinople....or Las Vegas, no one saw through her natural disguise; who could suspect that the pouty-lipped, black-haired maiden who seemed younger than 25 years had in fact survived the Great Deluge of legend, bedded the Pharoahs of Egypt, and sucked the hard cocks of corrupt, Medieval Popes as a forbidden mistress?

      But no matter who many encounters she'd savored; she always cultivated that wide-eyed blush of innocent shock at anything sexual or prurient; as she was now, staring with mock surprise at the Area-69 Dildo aisle. Ha! The ancient, slutty being known as Arya could rewrite the Kama-Sutra, so great was her experience! Between lips and cunt, veritable oceans of semen had flowed into her soft, supple body.

      However, Arya had not lasted all these millenia by being incautious; down through the years she had been hounded by priests, monster-hunters, and mad-scientists that suspected the truth behind the sky-blue eyes of the creamy-skinned beauty.

      This place in truth seemed....too good to be true. There were needy, desperate men she could seduce effortlessly; even hotel rooms above for quick coupling. The presence of the Sex-Market in this Nevada town created a lecherous atmosphere where the liasons of even the most wanton sluts would scarcely be noticed.

      She ran a slick, black dildo between the cleavage of her bosom; imagining the potential. Her breasts were more like pleasing handfuls; near apple-sized globes with a firm natural shape, but Arya had found that truly vast breasts tended to draw excessive attention. She made up the difference with a wide set of ample breeding hips. Though many porn-stars had bigger breasts, the curvaceous bounty of her ass and thighs tended to provoke rapid, primal lust in human males; and she knew the proper way to sway her hips to stoke the fires of unreasoning mating instinct in human men.

      She would need to look for clues first; for some creatures like her had been disappearing of late. While none of her kind could remember their true origin, she had kept track of others like her, eternal whores spreading their legs down through the ages to receive the lusts of centuries. Near this area, two of her long-time acquaintances (she'd known that Vampire for 500 years) seemed to have vanished in a way unusual even for these elusive beings. Were there clues here? Could this Market and the nearby town be part of a trap? Were Vampire Hunters passing through? Though she was not a 'Vampire' in the normal sense, such humans rarely made the distinction. Arya was definitely supernatural; and that was enough for many trigger-happy heroes. To be sure, she needed a clue...she needed a hint....a sign....a leather-clad woman in her 30's wearing a black beret, dog collar, and brassiere complete with nipple spikes....but those breasts! Were they...were they growing?

      Strange; the woman was clearly in her mid-30's, with auburn hair tied back into a dominatrix bun, green eyes and an athletic figure. Yet that figure seemed to be shifting from toned muscle into voluptuous bounty. The outrageous nipple-spikes seemed to rise higher as pale boob within the black leather cups continued to throb, pulse, and expand.

      Oh yes, no doubt! Arya knew what the human was experiencing! It could be disorienting for the unprepared. The searing waves of ecstatic pleasure burned through her every nerve ending; as her bosom jiggled its way into a plump yet buoyant Double-D, attaining near perfectly spherical shape as her tits thrust their way upwards and outwards, the garish nipple-spikes seemed to be heralding a conquest, the conquest of breast over bra.

      A smile curled Arya's lips as the human woman.....'Mistress Talia' according to her nametag gripped the cashier counter with white-knuckled tension. In moments, the human's euphoria would accelerate, until she would experience a...delocalized ecstasy; a feeling like that of floating, as if she were disconnected from the physical world, lost in an abyss of carnal, sensual pleasure centered around her blossoming bosom. It was easy to lose onesself to such pleasures. Ah! look, the human's face had begun to soften, she was getting younger.

      To think that Arya had been worried! There must be more like her closeby; this poor female had clearly been infected with the essence of a succubus! The infection was tearing through her body at an accelerated rate, turning her into a living, breathing, sexual fantasy.

      Once, the leather-clad woman's bra spikes had pointed more downwards than up, but with each moment, the wall of soft tit in the cups grew firmer, bouncier, more ripe....and the garish spikes began to rise upwards, the angle shifting into a sharp, diagonal vector as whobbling whoppers nearly as large as casserole bowls strained and jiggled vigorously. Green eyes darted about nervously; and this 'Mistress Talia' was worried that her impending transformation might have been observed. Frantically, she scampered towards a stage near the north end to excuse herself in the rooms behind it. No doubt to examine herself with wide-mouthed wonder in a mirror as her flesh youthened to a state like that of a girl just leaving high-school; while her breasts and hips would bloom to resemble a woman capable of birthing, and feeding quadruplets with ease. Interesting.

      A minor spray of cool liquid touched Arya's bare shoulder, above the pink midriff she wore. On the stage behind which Talia was fleeing, there was a writhing stripper spraying herself and the white T-shirt she wore with a water bottle, teasing the audience with the nudity to follow. These were certainly the most enthusiastic strippers the sex-demon had seen in decades; the red-head seemed almost ready to orgasm herself; just from being watched by so many men!

      No doubt, this place was safe. It seemed to be a haven for creatures like her; where she could easily feast upon male semen, orgies were frequent, not to mention women who had been infected by succubi. Arya chuckled as this 'Talia' woman scampered away in panic, already her center of gravity was shifting, and she stumbled as her bosom continued to ripen. Yes! This place could serve her needs for years!

      She noticed a needy, nerdy, balding, office wage-slave who exuded the kind of sexual frustration that called out to Arya like blood to a shark. He was examining the adult magazine aisle with awe and yearning. There was a rippling throb deep inside her groin, the lurid hunger that could never be satisfied until a human male orgasmed inside her cunt. Arya's chest tingled as she allowed herself another cup-size and moved in for the kill.

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      In the end, there was only one hope. Talia's knowledge of the facility gave her the ability to manipulate the security systems, and subvert them to an extent. The first step would be to use those security systems for her own purposes. She slid out of a ventilation shaft into the chamber that housed the central air-conditioning of the complex.

      The changes were progressing more rapidly; her tits shot forward like angry, luscious canteloupes, and she could feel the beginnings of a tingling heat in her pussy. She knew that soon the tingle would become a ferocious, aching hunger, and she would have no peace unless a penis was inside her. Would that be so bad? Were was the harm? No! Already her attitudes were changing! Nymphoid hormones must have penetrated her brain! Talia did not hold out the illusion even for a moment that she could resist. In a few more minutes she would be more wanton than the most depraved prostitute; craving all sex, any sex!

      But Talia had already made her choice, in the few moments before she entered the bare, metallic chamber full of fans and machinery. She would survive and keep her freedom. Most workers at Area-69 were here because the government held felonies over their heads, but now she had no choice but to flee to remain free. When her colleagues discovered her, she would be locked up and experimented upon. Dr. Hein would spend hours prodding her naked body, forcing her into orgasm, while that wretched Dr. Tom would watch and giggle!

      The first step was to sow confusion. She knew that the internal sensors would begin tracking any release of Nymphoid pheromones. The computers would isolate the location, and the lingerie-squad would move in with Holy-Water foam and various paralytic chemical weapons, and she'd be naked in a glass tube for years on end. Before she had time to consider escape, no doubt the sensors would detect her anyway! She only had minutes to act! Before making any attempt to escape, she'd have to confound the security, confuse it. The computers ran regular computations on all conditions in the facility; in less than 10 minutes, her location would be pinpointed, and her new status would be detected! But there might be one way; With all the sensors set to detect release of sexual musks, she'd give the computers all they could handle.

      Talia, scarcely recognizable as herself, spread her naked legs before one of the intake fans. And she began to masturbate; to tweak and tease her cunt for all she was worth.

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      "Alright.....let's make sure I've got it...." Dick was determined to learn every detail of Area-69's procedures and operation, or....re-learn it. He wanted to make sure he didn't make any obvious blunders. His duty shift at the Vampiric Holding cell was beginning soon, and he had begun to drill himself to ensure mastery of every relevant detail.

      "Lesse....Class 1....feed off of emotion; usually male sexual lust. Class 2; they feed on biological energy; extracted during acts of sex. Aaaannd.... Class 3's....flesh-feeders; often living semen. We've found Supernatural, Paranatural, and Cybernetic types...they can infect their victims to allow physical and mental control, other types consume their victims physically, and......the rest just want men to impregnate them, to breed without limit or discretion." He arrived at the Titanium barricade that kept the newly-captured Vampires bottled up and horny as hell. He clicked the access panel when-

      *BREEEEEEEEEEEET!*     

      *BREEEEEEEEEEEET!*

      An alert light near the ceiling flashed as the alarm sounded. The outer corridor was bathed in a pinkish glow.

      "CODE PINK!" announced a metallic, female voice over the intercom. "SYSTEM-WIDE PHEROMONE DISPERSAL!"

            "What the....that must mean that mating musk has been detected outside the holding pens in multiple locations! It's a major breach!"

      "BEGIN LOCKDOWN PROTOCOL ALPHA!"  Well, in that case, Dick knew that he wasn't getting anywhere near the Nymphoids, the security documents he'd been reading had said that the major checkpoints that separated most of the office spaces from the holding pens would be sealed until further notice in case of a Code Pink.

      "Huh, well I guess I'd better...I'd....I feel....so-s-so...so warm...." Dick put a hand to his forehead as a rush of heat ran through his flesh; and went straight to his crotch!

      "DICK!" shouted a familar, accented voice. It was Talia's friend, Inez who was still clad entirely in revealing fishnet stocking. Her ample assets jiggled as she approached. "Dick...I...I need some L-libidinex...I've run out! Pheromones released into the air-supply...It's a Code Pink! P-please...let me borrow...some of your vials." A reasonable request, but Dick was afraid....

      "I'm...I'm out too! I'd used the last of my Libidinex when I was helping Dr. Hein run....ohh...so warm....running....her calculations to...improve the synthesis of Lesbigel for the Sappho Chamber!" His cock! So hot! He was getting harder than he ever thought possible!

      "Then....no chance....the mating musk affects...both sexes...." Inez could not help but squeeze and fondle her melon-sized tits, attempting to tease him with her womanly assets even while her rational mind was trying to fight the effects. After a mere moment of taut-muscled tension, the two of them realized that resistance was futile and lunged into each other's arms. They would simply have to ride out the sexual storm of irresistable rut.

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      "OPEN THIS DOOR IMMEDIATELY! I AM THE DIRECTOR OF THIS ENTIRE FACILITEEEEEE!!!" screeched Interim Director Chase as he beat against the Titanium Barricade that sealed off the major security checkpoints. It wasn't supposed to be him! Not him! It was supposed to be Bigswallow! His plan....it should have....it should have worked! But somehow, someone had triggered a Code Pink! That sealed away the Nymphoids from the agents, and he hadn't attempted to bypass the checkpoint controls. He had only disabled the locks within the holding pens, between the cells that held Nymphoids.

      And now, the computer would keep him sealed inside, inside the holding sections with the Nymphoids who...oh no.....F*$#! It can't be! A door he had tampered with slid open from the chamber that was holding the newly-feminized Vampiric Spawn. With the full lockdown in place; he could not escape, but...but...the Nymphoids inside this sublevel would soon be able to move freely!

      "S-soldier! Remember....who you are!" Chase ordered the naked Nymphoid that shambled into the corridor near him. He recognized the blurred tattoo; this was that former Marine! The one who had a bad reaction to the vaccine, and who'd been overfeminized as a result. Chase had to make him remember who he really was! But his protestations were futile. The she-devil that slinked towards him was completely, utterly female. If she remembered anything about her prior life; it was but an afterthought. For now, the blond slut , her fingers slick with her own pussy juice, was wholly consumed by a ravenous craving for the maleness she had lost.

      Chase detected a potent, pungeant scent. Not a pleasant odor by any means; a raw and tangy animal smell. The aroma burned in his blood, but still he tried to resist. The overfeminized Vampire paused only to shake her naked ass and pussy at her intended prey; to display her wanton lust, and to release yet more mating musk into the air. But after that brief respite, she was joined by others.

      They were all naked, many had red stripes and patches in their flowing hair. All glared at the portly man with shadowed eyes that held a tortured lust beyond reason or sanity. The former marine gave an affirmative grunt, for she seemed to have attained some Alpha status amongst the crazed nymphomaniacs. And it was she who led the charge. Her overfeminized breasts still leaked milk, and jiggled like beige-colored watermelons as she lunged for her prey.

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      Her plan had worked; by releasing her new, succubus musk into the central air-supply, the computers had been unable to pinpoint her location! The lingerie squads were searching the entire base for roaming Nymphoids, and they didn't know about Talia...not yet.

      Perhaps she should change her name; she wasn't the same person anymore. Not really a true Nymphoid, but no longer human. She emerged from a side-vent that led outside the Sex-superstore structure, her intimate knowledge of the base's layout enabled her escape. But...now what?

      Anyone that knew her before would not recognize her now; her miscalculation had changed her life forever. The naked female that scampered onto the dust of the Nevada desert had the legs of an Olympic swimmer; the ass of a rapper's girlfriend, and the tits of a porn queen.

      There was a teasing, tingling rush in her cunt, and her heartrate began to accelerate as her brain began to conjure forth images. Men....sex....it was not so much that Talia wanted lots of sex....she did....but she could feel a profound yearning to mate with many men, different men. A euphoric surge ran through her as she thought of her new life; wandering from town to town, bedding a new man each night....becoming pregnant....

      "I'm....I'm a Breeder. I must....travel....mate...." As she spoke, she could not decide whether to masturbate her pussy, or massage her taut nipples. "Men will impregnate me....I shall breed....my kind...." She would give birth to a new race of Nymphoid sluts, and the thought served only to invigorate her. But she needed to travel, to wander. All her prior interests, her beliefs, her friendships, all seemed trite and trivial next to the overwhelming urge to seduce and conceive offspring with as many different men as possible. And there were so many...so very many! She let loose a brief, exultant yelp as she thought of the thousands of men that would be more than willing to seed her womb with their potent spunk.

      But one aspect of her old self remained; her hunger for Dick Bigswallow. It took her several precious minutes to resist the urge to rush back into the facility to make the young agent her first breeding mate. (That would lead only to capture) As much as she still craved him, there were many, many, more. How much sex could a woman as attractive as she was achieve? She intended to find out.

      She sniffed the air delicately, as new organs in her head detected the sweet aroma of testosterone on the air. It would be so easy; she could smell men from miles away, her mating musk would overwhelm any moral or ethical resistance. Leaving her old life behind, the naked sex-goddess set off towards her new destiny.

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      It was a dream, it couldn't have happened to him...no...it was supposed to be Bigswallow....not him. The soft, tremulous breasts belonged to someone else....the wide hips and flower-soft skin did not belong to him! Still in a haze from the frantic mating with the Vampires, he remembered his penis, gripping the precious member firmly. Smaller....softer....no....can't be....

      "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Her pelvis jerked as the last vestiges of  his once 7-inch penis retracted into a female cleft, which blossomed into a full, complete vagina as internal, sexual organs rearranged. The Vampires....there'd been no way to resist them. Unlike mythic Vampires, they drank their blood fresh from the cock, but the victim....she had been such a victim.....felt only a continuous, ever-growing orgasm, the Vampires' prey would climax up until the very moment they passed out from blood loss. And then..... It was gone! His penis was forever gone! The sleek, toned legs and gaping pussy were real! He was....no longer a 'he'. But...it wasn't suppoed to happen like this! It was supposed to be Bigswallow!!

      "I AM DIRECTOR CHASE! YOU WILL RELEASE ME AT ONCE!!" shrieked the girl in a squeeky voice, a strand of her strawberry blond falling across her blue eyes. She looked no older than eighteen, and in her heart she knew that her days of directing were over. She was just another Nymphoid to them now, a sex-demon to be locked away, experimented upon, and forced to masturbate for hours on end.

      Confirming her new status, a panel in the metal floor slid open beneath her like a trapdoor, and she slid rapidly down a long, smooth shaft, winding her way down....down towards her destiny.

      "RELEEEEEEEASE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" but the naked girl's cries went unheeded. She finally landed in a cylindrical chamber with a rounded floor, yet that floor was obscured by womanly legs, rounded asses, and beauteous faces all contorted in grimaces of lurid ecstasy.

      "I'M IN CHARGE HERE!!! THIS IS MY FACILITY!! I'M THE DIRECTOR!! I...I ORDER YOU TO RELEASE ME IMMEDIATELY!" her pleas were answered by a thick gout of Lesbigel sprayed from a blunt spigot near the wall, the clear oil splattered upon her breasts and shoulders. Already she could feel it, feel the tingling. For her, it would be impossible to resist; for Chase still retained memories of life as a man, and still appreciated the female body.

      Perhaps it was the built-in aphrodisiacs, but the young, blond woman who had once been an overweight, corrupt bureaucrat felt a sense of acceptance increasing. This was to be her fate; a life of lust and madness in this depraved, slippery, Lesbian Hell.

      The first to approach her was a Nymphoid with mocha-brown skin the color of polished wood, and bronze-brown hair much the same color. Green eyes regarded the young-looking slut with a haughty superiority.

      The green eyed she-devil leaned closer to what appeared to be an intercom button embedded in the smooth wall.

      "Congratulations on your promotion, Mi Amor." Above them, alone in the control room.....

      Stood Dick Bigswallow, a smugly satisfied look upon his face. Alone in the booth, He pressed another button activating his own intercom.

      "You're too kind.....Ma Cher." he smiled brightly. The new, young-looking slut that had been Interim Director opened her mouth in shock.

      "But...the two of you....working together?" She stammered in a girlish moan.

      "Nahahahah! Dat is de sound of Yvette laughing...."

The End?

Area-69 is an open universe, and any may continue to tell of its lurid adventures!