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{ASSM} Compound X13.1 {Yotna El'toub} (SciFi F/F F/f WS M/Tg mild zoo
(plot related)) 4/11
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WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language of
an adult nature and should be read only by those of a legal age to do
so. If you are a minor or object to stories of an adult nature, LEAVE
HERE IMMEDIATELY. Legal age local to the author is 18+ please abide to
your own local laws. Please note and understand the content codes for
this story.
 
The characters portrayed in this story are just that, characters in my
story.  Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental and
unintentional. The characters and situations portrayed are pure
fantasy; the author is keen to state that in reality adult sexuality
should remain only in the adult world. Please do not allow or cause
this story to fall in to the hands of minors.
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Chapter Ten: The Volunteer


As Kate drove her compact into the Laboratories car park she noticed
Dr Glenn's car was still there, parked in the visitor's space. "Oh
shit, well she can keep well away from me today" Kate said to no one
in particular, as she headed for the door.

At that time Amanda wasn't troubling anyone, she was in fact fast
asleep, tucked up in the bedroom of the clinical suit. She slept the
sleep of the exhausted, something to do with having spent much of the
night with her mouth glued to Jenna's spasming vulva. Although she
slept, the chemical coursing through her body didn't. Subtle changes
were being made to her erogenous zones.

Her breasts, which had shown the first signs of sagging tightened,
enlarged a little and repositioned themselves slightly higher on her
chest. The buds of her nipples grew half their original length again;
the areola surrounding became more crinkled and darkened a shade.
Further down her body her straight pubic hair softened a little and
became less obvious. Her vaginal lips, which had always protruded a
little to far for her taste puffed themselves even further away from
her pubis. Where the folded lips met the greatest changes occurred,
instead of the small button, that Tom had so much trouble in finding,
sat a plump organ the size of one of Amanda's long thumb nails.
Cheekily the new clit rose, pushing back the full lips until its tip
poked just beyond them. Amanda stirred, her slim manicured hand found
the domed surface of the enlarged organ and slid deftly around it. In
her sleep she sighed one long word softly "Jenna".

Jenna sat still writing with one hand while the fingers of the other
stroked her clit. "The pleasure is great," she wrote, "but it doesn't
compensate for loosing control, sure I should have had more of a sex
life before, but it wasn't important at the time, now gradually it
becomes all. The two-inch lump of flesh between her wet fingers became
slowly, but irresistibly, more important than the brain that was
supposed to control it. How stupid!" In complete and sheer frustration
Jenna launched the notebook across the room. Skillfully Kate dodged
the flying tome as she entered the lab, "Hey if you don't like me just
say" laughed Kate. "Sorry Kate, wrong place, wrong time" Jenna
apologized. "Story of my life" said Kate with some feeling.

Kate worked through much of the morning cataloguing the X-13.1 samples
meticulously; Jenna had told her it all had to go, so go it would.
Just after eleven she nipped to the canteen for a fast coke, and a
mars bar. As she happily, chomped through the bar her friend Merrill
appeared. As always Merrill bobbed along happily her brown curly mop
of hair swinging around her face as she walked across the canteen.
Merrill unceremoniously plonked down in the seat beside Kate." How's
it going girl?" Merrill enquired. "Will you come and chat with Jenna
while I'm at lunch, she's stressed out, too many late nights here I
think". Kate asked, "Sure kid anything for a friend, and your friend
is my friend, see ya latter"

Kate returned from lunch, and went back to her cataloguing, now where
was she, eight transdermal patches, check...It soon spun around to
3:30 and tea break, ah, well she thought in relief, home soon. Kate
sat quietly in the canteen savoring her brew. Suddenly all hell broke
loose, "get your feet away from me" one of the secretaries screamed
before flying through the canteen door, spilling chairs in her wake.
The person left sitting at the table was Merrill, grinning like the
Cheshire cat, Kate walked over, "What was all that" she queried.
Merrill laughed in her Aussie way "To damn sensitive & hung up, that's
all", "Told her I could make myself come with my feet, the dozy cow
didn't believe me so I demonstrated, on her!" Kate guffawed, the
thought of uptight Nicola facing the stop at nothing Merrill tickled
her greatly.

"Anyway, one last fag and I'm bushed, it's bed for me". "Hey what's
with the cigarettes, doesn't the patch work any more?" asked Kate
puzzled by her friend. "Gave them up months ago, crap they were"
Merrill commented. "Now who's dozy, you're still wearing one!" Kate
laughed. "Oh, that, that's just one of Jenna's, she asked me to trial
something, its low risk so why not, anyway with any luck it will be
one of those clitty enhancing things" Merrill dissolved in to a fit of
staccato laughs, followed by coughs. "Come with me" Kate said suddenly
deadly serious "We need a chat with our Jenna". "No problem, that's
where I'm sleeping, I'm under observation tonight" Merrill replied
brightly.

As Merrill climbed into the recently vacated clinical suite bed, Kate
rounded on Jenna "Tell me this, did you, did you?" the question hung
in the air for a few seconds before Jenna softly replied "Yes, but you
don't understand..." "Oh, I understand, I saw Taylor die, I
UNDERSTAND" Kate had a real fire in her eyes now, "You, Dr Bastard
Marsh keep away from Merrill, I'll look after her O.K.". "Fine"
replied Jenna," she's wired, so not too much to do just half hourly
vitals". "Fine" said Kate stiffly "Now leave".

Jenna glanced through Kate's work, as always it was excellent, in all
respects but one. The girl couldn't count! Jenna had only taken one of
the patches, the highest dose one for Merrill, but the records only
accounted for eight patches, there had to be nine! When she checked
for her self manually flicking through the patches, it was the same
thing, nonsense.

In puzzlement she glanced around the lab, noticing for the first time
that the floors were unpolished and bins overflowing, she would have
to have a strong word with Anita, next time she saw her. Then a crazy
thought wandered through her mind, it was stupid, but worth a check.
Carefully she peered around the darkness under her desk, and then she
saw it, the one thing that could stop her heart dead. Picking it up
she examined it closely, there could be no doubt it wasn't a gum
paper, or one of Kate's cast off mars bar wrappers, it was the
discarded seal from a transdermal patch! This meant only one thing
X-13.1 could be loose, outside the lab, where the hell she wondered
was Anita.

The answer it happens was not too far away. Just on the other side of
town sprawled on a shop floor laid Anita Harrison, one fist pumping
against Nita's cervix, the other smoothly spread over Julies cunt
massaging the hard bud to yet another orgasm. Her face was drenched
with cum from Christina's slack vulva, which bumped non-stop against
Anita's thirstily extended tongue. Christina's large breasts flew
freely as she bounced on Anita's face; her bra long discarded lay
crumpled by her side. Between her spread legs Nadine set about
learning how to "dyke" a little too early in life, as the swollen clit
slid into her young mouth. Yes, life was good, Anita was a simpler
soul than Jenna, & pleasure was enough, plenty enough for this lady.

Chapter Eleven: Loyalties


Kate kept her vigil by Merrill's bedside in silence waiting for the
effects to surface, her quick calculations, based on the Pharmokinetic
studies suggested the drug would kick in 2 to 4 hours after
application of the patch. Allowing for the skin diffusion Kate
estimated a further 60 minutes, so applied at lunch, say at 1 O'clock
Merrill would be in the clear by six. Give it to eight and she could
be certain her friend would be unaffected by the compound. Was that
little episode earlier with Nicola an effect of the drug? No, decided
Kate smiling to her self - that was just pure Merrill. The time
dragged on but eventually the magic hour came, and went. Kate cheered
up considerably and slunk away for a quick coffee.

Standing quietly in the canteen she ran the last few days through her
mind, she had finally decided. Her CV would go in the post to the
agencies tomorrow. The light tap on her shoulder sent Kate in to her
customary panic, but swinging around she was pleased to see Merrill
standing before her. "Uh, I feel a bit woozy can you help me to the
can K?" "Sure lean on me girl," Kate offered scooting her friend along
the darkened corridor. As Merrill hung on to Kate's shoulder Kate
became uncomfortably aware of Merrill's rock hard nipples chaffing her
arm. "Jesus it cold out here" Merrill commented, and it sure was! Kate
breathed a sigh of relief and cuddled her friend a little closer.

Kate got Merrill back to bed and decided to stay on, the girl still
looked a little grey to her, but surely that must be the after effects
by now, Kate glanced at her watch half past nine. O.K. another four
hours and she would have metabolized the drug away, mostly in her
urine and as Kate had over-heard in the restroom, plenty of that had
already been passed. Two more hours slipped away, intently watching
Merrill's covered form closely before Kate finally nodded off her
self, listening to Merrill's light snoring. It was several hours later
when Kate was roused from slumber by Merrill's soft hand brushing her
cheek, "Kate, hey Kate! Are there any bedpans in this dump?" "Yep
sure, hang on I'll get you one" Kate answered dreamily. Kate rolled
out of the bedside chair, switched on the light and made her way to
the cupboard at the back of the room. "Only paper ones I'm afraid, can
you manage with that?" "Me I can piss in a larger can from ten paces,"
laughed Merrill, Kate joined in, relieved to hear her friends sense of
humor make a welcome return.

Merrill emptied her bladder for what seemed an age, and when she
finally shook the last few drips off her pussy she coughed " Damn I
needed that" "Sure sounded that way" Kate replied winking at her
friend. Kate went to pick up the potty, god it was full to the brim!
"I need to be careful not to spill this" Kate stated. "No it would be
a crime to waste it," replied a smiling Merrill. "Wait what's that, is
that normal K?" Merrill asked. Sudden concern for her friend overcame
her natural repugnance and Kate positioned her face a few inches above
the surface of the amber liquid, peering in to its depths. "LOOK
CLOSER" Merrill yelled, and brought her hands firmly down on the back
of Kate's neck, Kate put up a tough struggle, but it was an uneven
contest. Kate's unbalanced position and Merrill's strength won out.
Kate's face plunged into the warm pee; it stung her eyes, and then
slipped past her lips and teeth filling her mouth with a sour
cocktail.

Merrill relaxed her grip and Kate popped up like a cork, pee streaming
down her face, and out of her nose and hair. Desperately she tried not
to swallow any of the urine, but it was no good, Merrill's piss
slipped down her throat. Kate was just about to throw a fit at Merrill
when it all changed for Kate, all at once, and forever. Bending
forward she picked up the discarded bent paper urinal and gulped down
the remaining contents taking care not to spill at drop of the
precious liquid as it slid on its passage down her willing throat.
Then quite calmly she stripped off all her clothes sat sprawled on the
chair; unhurriedly she started to tug hard at her nipples and
thickening cunt lips. With such attention they soon doubled, even
tripled in length and thickness. Merrill sat in the bed and watched
her friend with great interest, and then she dutifully copied the
actions precisely; soon the room was filled with soft sighing,
occasionally shattered by lengthy orgasmic cries, these increased in
volume and frequency as their urgent hands finally met each other's
bodies.

Unknown to either of the girls Jenna was seated in the small security
room near the reception desk. She had enjoyed watched the whole
performance through the CCTV system, and had even joined them in
several orgasms. Eventually her mind cleared enough to think although
her left hand dropped to stroke the glans of her continually hardened
clit, it now seemed natural enough now, and one hand was enough to
write with after all!

Her neat hand continued to develop her theory; the most powerful
version of the drug seemed to be contained in the urine of the same
species. That was confirmed by what she had just witnessed. Taylor's
urine had a lesser effect on her because it was cross species. In
addition Jenna had not swallowed any urine, merely sat in it briefly.

So unfortunately, she concluded she wasn't any more resistant than any
of the others to the compounds effects. In fact swallowed human female
urine was still highly effective even after it had been boiled and
laced with ground coffee, as Dr Glenn had so ably demonstrated. The
patches weren't as efficient, but the effect was decidedly present. So
an oral dosage form was the best option, but a pleasant tasting buffer
was probably a more acceptable solvent for sale to the general public!

Jenna glanced down at the copy of Kate's notes; the calculations on
the pad were logical, and correct in every detail except one; the
strongest concentration had gone on to Anita, presumably to cover some
cut. The actual concentration on Merrill's pad was therefore just half
that amount that Kate estimated, and that had accounted for the
delayed response. Thinking of Anita's cut Jenna wondered "How quick
was it for her?" I think in the next experiment a high concentration
of the compound should be placed directly on directly onto cut skin,
"purely in the interests of science of course".

Jenna glanced back at the screen and noticed that Amanda had joined in
to the party on the bed. She knelt over Kate's face as the long tongue
lapped a tattoo on her stiff clit. Merrill's dimpled ass faced the
camera, and just at that moment one of her long fingers penetrated the
bud of her ass probing in the same rhythm that her tongue beat on
Kate's wet, white pussy. There was a gentle sound as Jenna's clothes
dropped to the floor, softly she padded towards the clinical unit,
Jenna was gone now, well gone, as the trail of pussy juice she left in
the corridor confirmed.

Chapter Twelve: Delivery


Joe swung the van up to the familiar gate, so now he was going to get
in to the Sex Lab for real! As he braked the van shuddered to a halt,
and Joe noticed the odd suit swing heavily on its hanger in the rear
of the van. Jauntily he marched up to security, "let me in, delivery"
he called. The heavyset guard surveyed him under thick eyebrows "Too
heavy to lift?" asked the deep brown voice. "Nah, no for me, I train I
do" stated Joe. "Great, go and get it and leave it with me! You don't
need to go in there after all" "But..." Joe started "No buts laddie, go
and get it and leave it with me".

Joe sulkily walked back to the van, normally he would have told the
guard where to get off, but years of scrapping left Joe, with no
doubt, this was one guy to leave well alone. Struggling along the path
Joe dragged the suit to the guardroom and dumped it exhausted into the
entrance. "Train do we laddie" Mocked the guard "Still it's you're a
lucky boy today, we've got a pick for you as well if you want?" the
guard asked, always on the tout for business Joe puffed a reply "
Yeah, sure, so I get to go in after all" he grinned. "Wouldn't that be
nice, but no. Your pick up is just an animal carcass; we store them at
the Boiler house. Out of the gate, first right" "It's OK I saw it on
the way by, see you" interrupted Joe. The guard was left mouthing the
instructions into the empty space where Joe had recently stood. The
guard closed his mouth, and made a mental note to make that bastards
next visit one to remember.

There was a satisfying thud as the large black bag fell off Joe's
shoulder into the back of the van, shit what ever this was it wasn't a
mouse! Joe tinkered with the zipper on the body bag, but noticed one
of the workmen looking his way, "Later" he thought, and returned to
the front seat. The white van sped away from the complex, down the
road and around the tight bend. Just around the bend Joe steered the
van up on to the verge. Cautiously he walked to the edge of the ditch
and looked in, to his surprise there was no body." May be she walked,"
he thought, but no he was certain she had been dead. Joe froze icicles
filling his veins; perhaps someone from the lab had found her! Oh
shit, and it could be her in that bag! Joe sprang in to the rear of
the van and unzipped the bag, what flopped on to the dirty floor
surprised even him, "Shit they've changed her into a monkey!" his mind
raced.

Taylor laid spread eagled on the floor of the grubby van, even in the
half light the beast looked very impressive. Proudly jutting from her
chest was an almost human looking pair of breasts topped by the
largest nipples Joe had ever seen, and Joe had seen a lot (in
magazines). Running his eyes down the form with increasing interest
Joe felt his cock stiffen, it shrunk back a little when he saw the
neatly sewn gash across the beast's stomach, but banged hard against
his belt buckle when he finally looked between the legs. Wide open
laid a very inviting pussy, with this amazing clit hanging moistly
near its entrance. Joe reached down and with very little pressure slid
the whole of his left hand into the animal-woman's body, when he
pulled it out it was thickly coated in juices. A sudden noise behind
him made Joe spin around fast and look out of the vans small rear
window. What he saw made his blood run cold.

Greta stopped the police car behind the white van and stepped out in
to the sunshine, pausing only to pick up her cap. A practiced tap
secured it in place, and she marched forward just as the driver leapt
from the rear doors of the battered van, fear written all over his
face. "Not the best place to stop sir, nasty corner like this" "No"
Mumbled Joe "Wasn't thinking", something in his face gave her the
feeling that was the truth; anyway he looked the type to rarely think.
"I'll leave it at a warning this time, just move it, now!" Greta swung
around and made off towards the open door of her car, the seductive
swing of her hips jostled her keys carelessly jammed in her pocket
out, they tumbled onto the dusty ground Joe leapt forward and grabbed
the keys "Hey, Officer" he called, Greta turned and in pure reflex
caught the keys whizzing through the air towards her head. Joe then
scrabbled to the back of the van and loudly swung the doors shut,
trapping the tips of his fingers in the process. Greta's last enduring
image of Joe was him rushing back to his drivers seat swearing loudly
with his fingers jammed in his mouth, what a joke, she thought and
laughed lightly.

Joe bounced back into the drivers seat and hurriedly started the van,
it spluttered into reluctant life. Joe sighed in relief as the police
car slowly disappeared in his wing mirror. It had been a rough couple
of days all in all. He couldn't remember being so panicked since that
day they carted his sister off. Thinking of Sue always brought a tear
to his eye; he hadn't been to see her for ages. Not that it really
mattered she never recognized him; she just lay there in that bed
staring at the ceiling constantly playing with herself. He remembered
her endless mumbling, same girls name over and over again. Best place
for her really the loony bin! Anyway, thinking of it why should he
shed tears for her? She was the start of his problems! He still woke
at night covered in sweat, thinking she was there peeing in his mouth
again as he slept. No, on second thoughts stuff her! "She'd probably
enjoy being stuffed, dirty bitch," he thought, now that had cheered
him up!

Greta swung effortlessly in to the car and went to put the keys in the
ignition, when they slipped in her hand she looked more closely. The
dirty bastard, her keys and hands were coated with some kind of slime,
tentatively she sniffed it, well it didn't smell too bad, kind of
familiar. Greta scanned around the car for her normal pack of tissues,
then she remembered, she taken them out just before she had it cleaned
by the garage crew. She wasn't about to get this gunk all over the
steering wheel, what would people think? No choice then, gently she
licked one of her fingers, the taste was, well quite pleasant. With
increasing relish the young policewoman licked the secretions off her
hands and keys, until they were quite clean, and then a little more.
Greta grinned, shifted the car in to gear and disappeared up the road
in a cloud of dust.

Part four of eleven
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Foot Notes
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payment for my work. Please address comments to
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