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Benjamin's heart began to race. The world had jumped!

Jesse had used Project Universe to blind and deafen him, along with the visiting board members. The silent darkness had been absolute as he sat on the testing room's floor, bound by chains. A velvet gag had appeared in his mouth at one point for whatever reason. He hadn't known what was going on. When the world had finally reappeared after what seemed like half an hour, he'd been disoriented by the abrupt return of his hearing and vision. The chains, manacles, and gag had vanished too.

It looked like Natasha was now in charge of the situation. Not Jesse, thank God. Jesse was lying naked on his back. What the hell had happened? And what was that furry, wolf monster crouched on the ground not five feet away from him? Natasha was saying something...

But then the scene jumped. Suddenly Natasha was standing in front of him and the board members, proudly naked. And there was two of Jesse, wearing nothing save for smirks on their faces. What in God's name was happening?

Natasha had said something about putting them all in stasis. That meant that his brain had likely been frozen, as if he were in a coma. How much time had passed? Why was the roof of the testing room in shambles? Was that wolf thing...female? It had breasts like a human, but covered in fur.

He lifted his wrists, finding them free to move. Wait, his clothes were gone! The warmth of a blush crept into his cheeks as he pulled his knees up to shield himself from the eerily sinister inspections of the two Jesses and Natasha. Around him, he could see the board members were all naked as well. _Everyone_was naked.

The more he looked around, the more he realized that something had gone profoundly wrong. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple. What was happening? What had his colleagues done? Being bound and gagged and treated like a hostage was horrible enough. But seeing his should-be rescuer, Natasha, standing unashamed beside not one but _two_of Jesse? It was deeply disturbing. She'd been trying to undo the damage Jesse had wrought. She'd seemed so steady. Trustworthy. If she'd been corrupted or coerced somehow by Jesse, then who could save them now? Who was going to salvage the situation and restore everyone's sanity?

Benjamin had done what he could. He'd had the most foresight, keeping a tranquilizer gun beneath his desk for this potential catastrophe. It hadn't stopped Jesse when he was still vulnerable. Now, with who knew how much time had passed, the masters of Project Universe had likely commanded the simulation to protect them from any sort of harm. And he doubted his ability to persuade them to give up control, though he'd probably end up trying regardless. What hope was there really?

As Natasha began to speak, and each of the lines of possibility he ran through in his head hit a dead end, the answer dawned on him. No hope remained.

His fate was in the hands of his erstwhile colleagues.

***

Slave inspected the stock as Natasha addressed them. Other than Beth, there was only one woman on the board. Damn. He ought to change that, once they got started.

"You're free to move about as you please," said Natasha with a wave of her arm. "But know that you cannot leave the testing room; I just commanded the simulation to make an invisible spherical barrier around the whole room."

Slave laughed at some of their horrified reactions. Other Slave laughed in a nearly identical fashion from the other side of Natasha. Having a clone was weird. Weird but awesome.

"If anyone has any questions or concerns, please let me know. It may sound crazy, but I want you all to be happy and comfortable. This will prove to be exciting, interesting, and more than a little fun. Just wait. Right, Slaves?"

"Right," Slave said, as Other Slave said, "That's right."

Beth the anthropomorphic wolf got to her feet, her fangs showing in a small snarl directed at Natasha. "You really _did_go off the fucking deep end. I told you, I _told_you that you were becoming just like him. Can't you see how perverted and fucked up all this is? Didn't you schmucks have to abide by ethical guidelines when you were building this thing?"

Slave frowned as he recalled the tedious meetings of the prior months. Occasionally ethical considerations would be raised; if the project were successful, manipulation of all matter would theoretically be possible. Which of course had dire, universe-altering repercussions. The point was valid and necessary to discuss, yet the project had never been slowed down. Its course had never been altered. The facility and its personnel were not large enough to garner serious attention by the public, the government, or any major regulatory bodies. And no one had ever expected such incontrovertible success. So the morality had taken a backseat to progress. Good thing, too. His deepest, most impossible fantasies had been given life thanks to Project Universe.

"Yes, I can see how strange this might appear to you," said Natasha to Beth. "Don't forget though that everything is temporary. Project Universe can accomplish nearly anything. It can erase our memories. It can restore any damage or changes we inflict on the facility. We have all the time in the world, but when we're finally done, I need only speak a few words and everything will be back to the way it was. Considering none of us are in pain or any sort of physical suffering, I challenge you to tell me how the present situation is unethical."

Beth threw up her clawed hands and growled in frustration. She made as if to sit down, then darted forward with surprising speed toward Natasha.

Natasha threw up her own hands to shield herself, stepping backward, but the reaction was unnecessary. Beth's swipe froze in mid-air a very safe distance from Natasha's face. A cartoonish expression of puzzlement crossed Beth's furred snout and bright yellow eyes. She tried again to no avail.

"By the way," Slave said.

"We can't be harmed," Other Slave continued.

"So don't bother trying," Slave finished.

Natasha clucked at Beth and waved a finger. "I think your body's predatory instincts have gotten the better of you. Command: Beth is abruptly back in her original form."

And then there was an approximately fifty-five year old naked Caucasian man standing in place of the wolf-woman. Slave eyed his form with disdain. A slight paunch to his belly. Unattractive bald spot. His skin sagged in places - the beginning of wrinkles.

Slave looked over at Other Slave and their gazes met. Slave nodded agreement.

While we're at it, he sent Natasha, why don't I make everyone a bit more attractive?

Good idea, she said. While Benjamin and the board members stared in shock at the instantaneous transformation that had just occurred, Slave broke the silence.

"Command: everyone in this room is now biologically twenty-one years old and physically fit."

Slave was too distracted by his own return of youthful vigor to watch anyone else. The feeling of his fat thinning out and his muscles swelling slightly made him smile nostalgically. Flashes of memory from his senior year of college called out to him, momentarily taking him away from the testing room and the bizarre circumstances of the present.

When he looked up, he liked much more what he was seeing. Everyone was the same age. No more gray hairs. No more folds of fat or knobbly joints. And most of them looked delighted as they examined themselves. It was heart-warming. And enticing, as he eyed the female board member.

Most importantly, Natasha was his same youthful age. And damn had she been sexy in her prime. Slave felt the beginnings of a familiar stirring in his crotch. He needed some action soon or he'd get impatient. Then he might do something he most certainly would _not_regret. His smile turned lecherous.

Let's kick this off, he sent Natasha. Any ideas?

He joined his counterpart and Natasha as they inspected their stock thoughtfully. Some were now walking around the room, testing their newfound strength and flexibility. A couple were still covering themselves, the prudes. Three of them were having a whispered discussion, stealing covert glances when they thought he wasn't looking. Whatever scheming they might do mattered not; he, Other Slave, and Natasha had made sure their control was incontestable. Benjamin alone looked morose, even as he flexed his arms experimentally.

On a whim, Slave called out to him. "Benjamin, any thoughts on what we should do?"

The black man only sighed and shook his head. He muttered something under his breath as he broke eye contact.

Slave felt a twinge of regret at that. But only a twinge. After all, Benjamin was sure to enjoy whatever was coming next. Then he'd change his tune, alright. Everyone could enjoy themselves if they just let it happen. By now, the three masters of Project Universe were quite savvy regarding how to experience pleasure.

"Got it," said Natasha, then continued in telepathic speech. I want to see some diversity, and I have a great idea on how to meet that end. Watch me and see how it's done, boys.

Slave nodded in concert with Other Slave. The warmth of his groin redoubled. Anticipation in and of itself could be arousing, he'd learned.

"Command," Natasha said. "Benjamin and the board members each have a black, stylish tattoo on the backs of their right hands depicting their favorite animals."

Slave joined her as she walked around the room, checking out the tattoos that had appeared. The way that some of them withdrew in fear was annoying.

"Let's see. Dog, wolf, another dog, giraffe, cat, wait - you don't have one?"

The man in question shrugged. "I don't pick favorites."

"I think I know what you have in mind Natasha," said Slave. "It's not going to work though."

"Too many duplicates. And he doesn't even have one," said Other Slave.

"Time for _you_to watch and learn," said Slave as a modification to Natasha's idea popped into his head.

"Command: Benjamin and the board members each have a black, stylish tattoo on the backs of their _left_hands depicting a common animal that they are each most similar to, in terms of personality and disposition."

"Hm," Natasha hummed. "Like spirit animals. Not bad."

Now as they patrolled the small room to inspect hands, each person had a unique tattoo. Slave grew more and more excited as he imagined what was to come. The uptight board members might wonder why he was growing an erection, but fuck them. They'd see soon enough. Whatever was about to happen would redefine their opinion of the word 'obscene'. He wondered if Natasha was beginning to feel aroused as well.

"You know," said Natasha with a casual air. "I think I'll have a little chat with our colleague Benjamin during the next session. Project Universe is as much his success as it is ours, don't you think?"

Jealousy flared up inside Slave. It must have shown, because Natasha quickly amended herself.

"Just this once. You can both have me again next time if you'd like, I promise. Don't forget, boys, that we literally have as much time as we want, to do _whatever_we want."

Slave nodded simultaneously with his counterpart. She had a point. And it was unfair to Benjamin to keep him lumped in with the board members. Yes, Benjamin had shot a tranquilizer dart at him, but Slave would let bygones be bygones. He'd be the bigger man. Perhaps literally, in a couple of minutes hence.

_Do you want to fuck the only woman on the board?_asked Other Slave, a split second before he intended to ask the same question.

We could change some of the men into women, he proposed.

Or turn ourselves into women. If we're feeling brave enough, said Other Slave.

Let's stay as men, thanks. But shall we take fully animalistic forms, or go anthropomorphic? Any mental changes? Size? Speed of transformation? What else can we change?

Natasha, likely noticing signs of their internal dialogue, walked over to Benjamin with a few parting words. "When you two are ready, speak the command with whatever modifications you'd like."

"Will do," said the Slaves in tandem. Slave faced his counterpart fully, and together they began working out exactly what the next session would entail. For them, and for the thirteen outsiders.

***

Benjamin was interrupted from his glum reverie by a soft touch on his waist. He glanced up to see it was Natasha who'd touched him. Surprising, given how inhibited the woman typically was. Of course, everything had changed now. There was no way for him to know even how much time had passed. Natasha was perhaps a totally different person now.

"You ready for some fun, Benjamin?" she asked in a tone of voice that he'd never heard her use before, in all their months of working together.

Benjamin swallowed his embarrassment at both seeing his long-time colleague nude, and at her seeing him naked as the day he was born. He'd not let her see just how out of his depth he felt, if he could help it. He shrugged in answer to her question. Whether he wanted to or not, Benjamin knew that Natasha's will mattered infinitely more than his own. A small frown crossed her features in response to his silence - another surprise - before a confident smile subsumed it.

"Ready or not, you _will_enjoy this. I guarantee it. I don't know when it will start, but it's bound to be great when it does."

"You aren't commanding the simulation?"

"Oh, I am, but this one's up to the boys. That is, the Slaves. Oh - I made a clone of Jesse and altered his memory so he thinks his name is Slave. Were you in stasis already for that?"

She glanced down at his crotch and legs, and her smile widened. Then she was looking into his eyes again with that same eagerness. Lord, she was a flighty one now. Benjamin sighed, feeling more weary than ever. He felt like he'd soon lack the energy to stand at all. This twisted disaster he'd ended up in was too much to process. His shirt felt tight, his shoes uncomfortable. Maybe he could use a drink.

"Natasha," he began, but stopped. His voice sounded...different. Hoarser, more drawn-out. "Nataaasha," he tried again.

Her hands found his shoulders as he felt anxiety begin to rise within his chest.

"Relax," she said. "It's starting. I promise you won't be in any danger, and again, I promise you'll enjoy it if you allow yourself to. I can alter the simulation at any time. I'll make sure nothing harmful happens to you, okay?"

"Natasha what's happening?"

"Okay?" she repeated with a squeeze for emphasis.

He had no choice but to nod even as he felt like his skin was growing tighter on his frame, and his energy level continued to flag. Almost unconsciously, he found himself looking around for a chair. There was none. He needed to sit down. It felt like the weight of the world was on his shoulders.

Benjamin had always been relaxed in the workplace despite the ambition of the project to which he'd devoted his talents. Yet it felt like he was having a panic attack. Wasn't this how they occurred? Malaise, feeling anxious and sweaty, a need to sit down and rest, heart racing? No, that didn't sound quite right. What else could it be?

What had the Slaves done to him? Filled him with adrenaline?

"You want to know what's happening?" she said. "Look at your belly."

Despite his rigorous morning runs, Benjamin's belly was bulging. Further, a coat of short, fine hair was growing and spreading outward from his navel. His legs were noticeably thicker than when he'd seen them that morning in the shower. And his crotch, something about his crotch was off. His genitals looked...farther away from him than normal. So did his feet, in fact.

Benjamin's anxiety only grew as he looked back up at Natasha's face. When he tried to speak, he became aware that his mouth's shape had changed. His cheeks felt like they were puffed out with no effort on his part. They tickled on the outside, especially near his nose. The interior of his mouth felt more expansive, like there was more room inside for his tongue to explore before it reached the inside of his lips.

"Nataaasha," he said. Hoarse, but at the same time, deeper. He felt it resonate in his belly and neck. What was happening to him? Why didn't Natasha just tell him already? She obviously knew. Benjamin had the naturally deepest voice of nearly anyone he'd ever met. How was it becoming deeper? It sounded inhuman.

His eyes widened. The wolf-girl. The nudity. Natasha's warnings that he wouldn't be in danger.

"You're...making...me...animal?" he asked haltingly. The shape of his changing lips, throat, and tongue made articulating increasingly difficult.

Natasha laughed and slapped his belly. He could feel it jiggle for a second afterward.

"Bingo! You figured it out quickly, didn't you? See, that's why I feel so bad that you've been left out this whole time. You belong with the Slaves and I, Benjamin. We could have had so much fun together already. It's a shame that things happened the way they did."

Benjamin wanted to ask more questions, but the mental energy to form his mouth into the required syllables was too much at the moment. He was more concerned with his imminent collapse. Now, he recognized that his strength was failing because the simulation was shoving mass into his morphing body.

"Can't..." he gurgled, shifting his feet in a failing attempt to stay standing. Then he fell forward. Natasha jumped out of the way.

Benjamin froze at the sound he'd made when he broke his fall on the ground. Two loud slaps. He glanced at his hands. They were hands no longer.

His fingers were a disturbing length, and reaching even farther as he watched. The thumbs on each hand were growing especially rapidly compared to the other fingers, like dark horses in a four hundred meter dash. Already they were as long as his index fingers. The skin between each finger crept upward, too, like the webbed gloves that swimmers sometimes wore.

He glanced up at Natasha. Strangely, his extended neck brought him no discomfort. Even more strangely, he felt a flash of desire when his eyes found her excited feminine features. He broke eye contact. Another mystery to tack onto the list. Why'd that happen when he'd never, ever considered Natasha as anything more than a colleague? And why now, amid these confusing circumstances?

"I don't know exactly what animal you are yet," she said. "I refuse to look at your tattoo for myself. Do you have any guesses?"

Tattoo? What? He tried to ask about it, but all that came out of his cumbersome mouth was a helpless grumble. Despite his own continued contortions, Benjamin couldn't help but notice that the others in the testing room were changing as well.

One man was covered in luxurious and colorful feathers from his head to his waist. His neck had short royal blue ones, his arms were a wavy pattern of tan and darker browns, and he had a tail of shimmering green and blue. More shafts popped out above his rear by the second, while the ones that remained continued extending down to the floor like an expensive carpet being unfurled in slow motion.

Another man, Benjamin thought his last name was Williams, was flat on his back. The reason was obvious. Two humongous horns protruded from the top of his skull. Williams was so busy trying to hold them up that Benjamin wondered if he even noticed his hands and feet had become hooves. He was mumbling something continuously. It was probably intended to be "No no no no no!" but it sounded more like the anxious bellowing of a herd animal.

Benjamin turned to his left, realizing by his wider field of view that his eyes had to be farther apart from each other on his face. Another male board member was transforming into some kind of canine. He was covered in fur with hues like the desert: gray, ochre, mud, black. Benjamin knew he was male by the fuzzy testes and red penis. Erect penis. He was sitting on the ground, sniffing beneath the tail of a different board member that was turning into a bird. The bird-woman or bird-man's plumage was an unattractive brown. The person's head and neck was bald, and becoming scaly like his or her legs. He or she looked too flustered by the hooked beak sprouting from his or her face to notice the man sniffing about.

That last pair redirected Benjamin's attention to his own arousal. It wasn't fading. Even after one glance at Natasha's face, that troubling heat in his face, chest, and crotch wasn't going away. The simulation had to be responsible. Jesse One and Jesse Two, the 'Slaves', must have altered more than his form. The scariest part of it all was the location of the heat between his legs. Every second, it felt like it was moving farther away from where it should be.

He flexed his neck with ease as he rolled onto his back. The roll was smoother than it would have been five minutes ago; there was no impact as he moved off his side to his back. Benjamin's altered jaw dropped.

Not only was his penis bright red, longer and thicker than usual, and standing erect in the air for all to see, but it was very close to where his feet were.

Benjamin cried out in horror, and the sound was the foolish bark of some variety of seal.

Why did so many animals have red penises? Why was he becoming a seal, or sea lion, or walrus, or whatever he was to be? When was it going to end? Again and again he cried out, terrified by the barking he heard with the tiny ears on the side of his head. How was he going to be able to walk with the useless flippers his feet were becoming? Would he lose his color vision? He flopped onto his belly, swinging his head around wildly. Would he have to live in the ocean? The beach was hours away!

Natasha cupped his chin with one hand but he jerked away, barking his fear and defiance in her face. The humanity he saw there lit a fire of angry jealousy deep in Benjamin's fat, broad chest.

"Relax, relax," she said again and again. "It's okay. You'll be done in a minute or two. It'll be finished soon. Relax."

He lifted his heavy upper half off the ground with his wide flipper-hands while he continued to rage at her. She tried to hold his chin again, allowing him to realize just how foreign the shape of his jaw had become. He wrested his muzzle free and barked again. Soon though, her calm tone had its intended effect. There was no point in losing his temper like a child. He lowered his posture, feeling the short velveteen fur of his chest press against the floor. He closed his eyes in an attempt to clear his mind.

Instead, it only allowed the sensations of transformation to penetrate further into his awareness. He felt a short, nubby tail right behind his feet. His 'legs' had fully fused together, in effect lengthening his belly and back all the way to that floppy, six-inch tail. His feet were long and thin flippers now that bore the same short fur that the rest of his body did, but ended in hairless black webbing. In their natural position, his 'ankles' were contorted so that his 'toes' rested flat on either side of his rear. The feeling was exceedingly odd. How could his feet be resting squarely on the ground while he lay on his belly?

Between his feet, pressed firmly against the ground, his rampant hardness pulsed waves of heat into his mind. It couldn't ever be fully ignored, but Benjamin was not about to give it any more of his attention. The unnatural arousal he felt could be dealt with later. The problem was it was so big, so long! The base of it was almost at his tail, a good six feet from his forelimbs, but its tip reached halfway up his belly. How could he ignore his manhood when it was not only in a strange, inhuman new position, but much more prominent than he was used to? Well, he could rest easy knowing that Natasha and the other victims of transformation would not be able to see it as long as it remained pinned beneath his bulk.

And bulk did he have. Benjamin felt heavy, so heavy. Even if he had proper human legs, he would not have come close to being able to heave himself upright. The small of his back, a place that would have been less than a foot thick as a human, had to now be at least three feet thick. His neck felt completely different than his human neck. It was more of a thick tube of blubber than a delicate stalk. The only way he could differentiate between his belly and his neck was the feeling of the pinniped flippers that were his new arms. He tried to wiggle his fingers and wrist, but failed. There was no flexibility, no muscular complexity. All he had now was a flat appendage, good for nothing but heaving his upper half partly away from the floor.

In response to his irritation, he felt his rear raise into the air and slam the ground. His two hind flippers slapped the ground. He almost barked, too, but held it in. God, he was acting like the beast he'd become! He absolutely refused to behave like an animal; his name was Benjamin, and he was a respected human scientist!

"Sea lion, it's safe to say," said Natasha, interrupting Benjamin's rumination on his new form. "Not what I would have pegged you as! Your personality is evidently that of a sea lion, but I thought sea lions were supposed to be lazy."

The timbre of her voice had changed. No, it was Benjamin's sense of hearing that had changed. Would his underwater hearing be superior now? Regardless, her voice was like music to his ears. He wanted to hear more of her, wanted her to keep talking to him. He was very conscious of the aching hardness beneath the blubbery folds of his belly. The dry folds of his blubber draped over his hot manhood.

"I suppose when they're in the water, they're graceful and skilled hunters. They know when to relax and laze about is all. Hm, does that sound right Benjamin? Here, I'll give you telepathy."

Telepathy, said Benjamin in his head. Of course she can give me telepathy. This is absolute madness. I don't want her to hear my thoughts! But, at least we'll be able to communicate, and I can tell her to--

_Done. Hello?_said Natasha's voice in his head. Part of Benjamin wanted to pretend it hadn't worked, but that would ultimately be pointless. And having a conversation with her like this was...captivating.

Natasha, he sent, this has reached the edge of insanity and gone well past it. Please turn me back to a human at once!

A measure of irritation crossed her face. As if his demand was unreasonable!

Benjamin, you haven't even begun to give this a chance. You're a sea lion! Isn't that incredible? Don't you have, I don't know, some new urge to explore a coral reef? Or lie on the rocks of a tropical beach? We can do either of those, you know. But judging by what everyone else is doing, there may be...a different activity that you're interested in.

He followed her gaze to the rest of the room, and he immediately became aware of the sounds of his environment.

It was a zoo. Grunts, squawks, hisses, roars, and other animal noises punctuated the air. Benjamin cringed against the onslaught of color, motion, sound. An orange-haired orangutan pumped its hips rhythmically against the rear of an ox as it clung to the beast's large posterior. A vulture, its head and neck close to the ground with its wings and tail raised and outspread, cried out as a dazzling peacock copulated with it from behind. What looked like a jackal danced about on the fluffy white belly of a huge polar bear. The ursine was on its back, adding its grumbling roars to the cacophany while the jackal's grinning snout explored the fur between the bear's hind legs. Benjamin had little doubt as to what was happening there.

Two or three of the animals, like him, were abstaining from the orgy. The signature white stripe across black fur indicated that the animal shivering in the corner of the room was a skunk. In the opposite corner, a glorious eagle hopped from one deadly talon to the other as if barely restraining some burning desire.

Benjamin knew the feeling well. He battled against it himself. He felt his distant groin pulsing in time to the orangutan's thrusts. Beneath his blubber, the thick muscle of his abdomen and hips contracted and twitched as he eyed a pig and a lion going at it. It mattered little that they both had male genitalia. Benjamin barely restrained himself from shuffling over to join in the sex with whatever beast would take him.

No! I refuse! I am better than those board members. I am better than the Slaves. I am a professional, and I will act like one.

"I know what you're going through," said Natasha in a low voice. "I'm telepathic, you know."

Her words clawed at the desire in Benjamin's heart. He couldn't help as he tilted his head to fix her breasts with one eye. Then the slit between her legs. A prolonged whine escaped his muzzle, but any shame he might have had was smothered by the all-consuming need he felt.

"Don't you want to have some fun too? The Slaves are out there having their brains fucked out. I don't even know which animals they are, or if they're fucking men or women. It doesn't matter. The simulation can change anything, sexual preferences included."

He whined again. God, he wanted her so bad. Even so, he refused. After all, he was a sea lion now; how would she even find him attractive? He was hundreds of pounds of fat. He felt like he could barely move. He couldn't even see her when he pointed his sea lion nose right at her, thanks to the boorish positioning of his eyes. He had whiskers. Whiskers! Long, stiff things that beamed unwanted sensory information into his brain. The ground shook from all of the animal intercourse around him, sending vibrations through his big, blubbery body. The air trembled with the sounds of beasts having sex. He could almost feel them with his puffy, whiskered cheeks.

"Yes," said Natasha. "You're a big, fat, unattractive pinniped. Nonetheless I'll change my mind to be overwhelmingly attracted to you. You may look, and definitely sound like a dumb animal, but I know that brilliant man is in there when I look in your big black eyes."

He refused. He refused! She could flatter him and talk about what they could do all day. It didn't matter. He was a sea lion, one of the most unpleasant creatures on the planet. He would not demean his colleague by attempting to have sex with her, nor would he allow himself to lose the battle of wills with his own lust. His long cock slid painfully across the floor as his body continued to respond to the noise. The smell of sex sneaked into his wide nostrils against his will.

The cold, scaly tail of a crocodile brushed along his fat flank. Benjamin barked his surprise, rolling away from the threat onto his back. He soon saw that the green beast was completely absorbed in what it was doing: slamming its penis in and out of a zebra's rear. The reptile was draped over its back, and the zebra stumbled forward every few thrusts. Benjamin wondered how they'd managed to get into that position, before he felt a touch on his extremely sensitive penis.

If he'd been a kangaroo, he was sure he'd have leaped a hundred feet into the air. Natasha had reached out and stroked the red rod near his tail. And after he recovered, he realized it had felt so, so good. He whined helplessly when she gave him another long, tender stroke down the length of his sea lion penis. Natasha stood near his tail, watching his reaction with a coy lilt to her lips.

Benjamin wanted more. Needed more. But no. No! He threw his thoughts at her as he shuffled his heavy body away from her touch.

Stay back Natasha! This is disgusting, immoral! Go play with someone else. I won't debase the both of us.

The floor on either side of his tiny ears burst open as knotted black ropes emerged like snakes. In seconds they had criss-crossed over the center of his bulk and dug into the ground on either side of his hind flippers. Benjamin wiggled and writhed, vocalizing with the effort like an animal caught in a trap, but he was fastened securely on his back. He bent his neck to look at Natasha as the continued sounds of animal sex filled his awareness.

This is for your own good, said Natasha as she stalked over to him. I'm going to make you enjoy this. In a few minutes, I promise you'll view the resistance you put up as foolish close-mindedness.

_No!_said Benjamin, though he knew his fate had been sealed many minutes before.

I'll admit, she added, straddling the thinnest part of his bulk, near his tail.I'm not finding myself attracted to the beast you've become. But in about fifteen seconds, I will be. And I'll make myself into something that's sure to tickle the fancy of that body of yours in return.

Benjamin watched in rapt fascination as her skin lost its peachy tone, becoming a light gray on her front and shifting to a dark gray as it swept around to her back. Every inch of her rapidly sprouted a short coat of like-colored fur while her head hair receded. She turned her head to watch as her lower limbs merged together. Her labia, no longer hidden by pubic hair, slid quickly toward her toes while her legs became her tail. Each foot twisted and flattened to become even more of a useless appendage than Benjamin's own flippers. Taken together, they could nearly be called a tail-fin. Of their own volition, Benjamin's eyes found the dark slit at the end of her body. His gaze twitched to his member as it pulsed and ached in response. By God did he want to take her. The ropes dug into his blubber painlessly but firmly.

When he looked at Natasha's head again, he saw that it had been transformed. But not quite as much as his own. She still had white sclera around her black irises. Only a small muzzle, with shorter whiskers than his own. Most noticeably, her upper half remained humanoid. She had plump, fuzzy white breasts, slender arms with fingers featuring pale lavender webbing, a trim belly, even a human-like navel.

She looked...strange. A bizarre amalgamation of human and animal. Would she drag her fat lower half around with her weak arms? During sex, would her lover penetrate her at her tail, or make love to her delicate upper half?She was too small for both.

Benjamin was grateful for his curious mind, as he knew the alternative to thinking would be to succumb to the waves of sexual urges crashing against his psyche. Somehow, her new form had inspired even more desire in him. The sleek texture of her lower half's skin rested against his own streamlined tail. Her modestly increased weight pressed against him, beckoning his lust. He longed to crash his penis into her tail-hole, to cry out his passions as he ground his blubber against her.

Evidently Natasha was of a similar opinion regarding her odd new form, as she examined herself with dissatisfaction. I turned myself into an anthropomorphic harp seal, but I don't think it quite works, does it? You're looking more handsome with these new eyes though, Benjamin.

He groaned, fighting the muscular contractions that wanted to thrust his red penis at her face. _Natasha..._he sent to her, unsure of what he even wanted to say.

That'sit, she said with a tone of finality. Enough beating around the bush. Let's fuck!

And she exploded in size.Like a balloon being filled with water from a faucet turned on full-blast, Natasha's skin swelled outward with blubber. Her tail and flippers slid along Benjamin's short-furred skin as she grew longer, bigger, heavier. Her webbed hands became webbed, clawed flippers. The curves of her breasts and neck were lost in furred blubber. With a squelch, her upper half flopped onto his chest. As Natasha's head extended toward Benjamin's, her features became those of a harp seal. Benjamin's eyes were glued to hers. The white scleras darkened. The color faded. In less than three seconds, two glistening pools of black were staring back at him.

Benjamin froze at the conclusion of her transformation. Likewise, Natasha was motionless.

Then she barked like a seal, the noise adding to the room's ambiance of wild sex, and the spell was broken. Benjamin rolled her off of him with ease; the ropes were gone. Though she now weighed hundreds of pounds and was at least six feet long, he had a couple hundred pounds on her and a couple of feet, too. He scooted himself along the floor until his exposed penis rubbed along the short fur of her tail. God it was sensitive, so sensitive to any touch at all. It was beyond his power to stop the needy whine from his throat.

He could resist no longer. His body wanted hers far too much now that she'd become this beast for him. No amount of his considerable willpower would be enough to keep him from fucking her right here and right now.

His sea lion body knew how to move to find her slit. It knew how to thrust his strange 'hips' to penetrate. When his tip found its mark, he was pushing in before he could prepare his mind for the inevitable sensations.

Benjamin's eyes squeezed shut as his maw opened wide. A sea lion's honking roar, the loudest sound he'd yet made by far, tore its way out of his belly. It felt so good. Too good. Natasha must have modified much more than his physical form if this is what sex with a seal felt like. It was heaven. Every inch of his blubbery form tingled with the pleasure of it.

His heavy body ground against the floor as he copulated, side-by-side, with his smaller partner. She rocked back against him by using the leverage of her tail-fins and flippers. By the vigor she put into her movements, he figured she was just as into the sex as he was. Benjamin threw his upper flipper over her pinniped blubber so he could squeeze her closer on each thrust. A human touch.

That human touch was ineffective. With his penis so close to the end of his body, his upper half was not nearly as involved as it would have been were they human. Most of their motion was near their tail, because that's where their genitalia were now. He wanted to get more of himself involved. He wanted to use his full body to grind against her. To feel more of her against him. To combine their fat, warm bodies and maximize contact.

Get on your belly, he commanded her. Niceties could wait until after they were done. He needed her to do what he wanted, and he needed it now.

As she complied, he heaved himself backward along her length a foot or two before rolling himself atop her lower half. He used his flippers to raise his chest and head upward while his penis again probed for that damp slit beneath her tail. When he found it, they began their furious mating anew, this time in the natural position.

Benjamin felt inexplicably proud with his whiskered face high above his mate's. Natasha's chin rested on the ground like the rest of her seal body. It slid backward and forward with the power of his thrusts, six feet away. He was in charge. He was dominant. Half of his weight rested on Natasha, pressing her firmly against the ground. This was how it should be. This was everything he could want. His career, morality, professionalism - what did any of that really matter when one could experience this overpowering pleasure instead? Project Universe could make this his reality forever. And why not? Shouldn't he? He'd made it all possible after all. This could be his reward.

The pig and lion that Benjamin had spotted before now approached them. They were still locked together in anal intercourse. The lion's passionate rhythm had the pig stumbling backward toward Benjamin and Natasha. A constant chorus of oinks and growls came from their transformed throats. When the pig's dainty hooves bumped into Benjamin, he found himself not caring. He lent his louder voice to Natasha's cute little seal vocalizations to proclaim his fervent dominance over her. She was his. She was his.

He was distracted from the electric feelings coursing through him by the sight of the room itself transforming. The white floors and walls lost their definition, becoming a hazy whiteness that stretched toward a forming horizon. Water welled up around them from below until they were surrounded by ocean. A chill bit into the air. Benjamin realized the ground was now snow-covered ice. He, Natasha, and all of the other animals were on a huge ice chunk floating in some ocean. Miniature icebergs like their own drifted in the cold waters that could be seen all around for miles.

Benjamin didn't think twice about the change. With Project Universe, anything was possible. He knew that now with certainty. He closed his eyes again to savor the contrasting sensations of the cold along his whiskers, in his nostrils, tickling the tips of all four flippers, against the burning heat in his bestial loins and fatty mass.

His long, red girth continued to slide in and out of her wet seal vagina. Some of the snow got mixed up in the movement, enhancing the juxtaposition of cold and hot. When it melted, it enhanced his lubrication, which enabled him to slide even deeper into her. To her absolute capacity. She barked and squeaked as she took it. Benjamin felt a fiery satisfaction at the way she must be feeling. But an unexpected sting of hurt touched his heart.

Natasha, he sent. Natasha, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for treating you like this, like only a sex partner. For doing this to you.

Showing off her neck's flexibility, she craned her head back until her black nose brushed his chin. Benjamin looked down into those twin pools of beautiful blackness as he serviced her. His whiskers pushed through hers until they were intermingled. It felt like a thousand tender touches along his sensitive cheeks. It was unlike anything a human pair would ever be able to accomplish. Then her chubby lips parted, and her tongue lapped wetly against his muzzle. Surprised by the delightful sensation, Benjamin stopped fucking her. But only for a second. Then he opened his own mouth and let his long tongue explore her sharp teeth. The inside of her puffy lips and cheeks. Her bright pink tongue. It was so warm, and so moist. Salivary fluid trickled out of the corner of his mouth as their passionate kissing hit the minute mark.

I want our whole bodies to feel like this. Make us dripping wet, Natasha.

Benjamin imagined he caught a smile on her inexpressive face, before a shock of cold dowsed him from above. Water ran down his sleek body from nose to flippers before covering Natasha as well. It infiltrated the little crevices where their bodies met. It sneaked into the cracks and pockets made in their frantic motion. His short fur, now soaked, was pressed against his form.

The water felt wonderful. It did not get stuck in his ears or blur his vision, as it would have if he were still a human being. It didn't go up his nose. It didn't cause any swim suit to stick to his thighs, or mat his hair down in some unattractive way. No, this was how he was meant to be, as a sea lion. He longed to slip into the cold ocean water with his warm blubber to protect him, but he knew that in the water he'd be unable to keep mating with Natasha. And that was definitely his number one priority.

Now every thrust made a lewd squelching sound as his rolls of wet fat kissed Natasha's. Gleaming beads of water danced between their whiskers as they continued their makeshift licking and kissing. It was perfect. Or at least Benjamin thought so.Natasha's voice filled his head.

No. This is good, but not good enough. Not at all. We can do better, can't we? I was just a dragoness having sex with two dragons! We can do better, Benjamin!

He was caught off guard. She'd been a...dragoness? What? Was that possible? But of course it was. Anything was. Nevertheless, he had no ideas to contribute. Whatever she was doing or planning, it was out of his league.

Let's start small with one big change, she said even as her tongue slid along his with a vulgar slurping sound. He could hear a mental smile in her words.

Benjamin's upper lip bulged outward as two of his teeth pushed against them. They were growing, sliding out of the mouth that could no longer contain them. Tusks. Long white tusks were extending past his chin. He felt the pressure in his tough gums when his tusks poked against the back of Natasha's thick neck.

Natasha was shifting his body into that of a walrus. Apparently walruses were much larger than sea lions, since Natasha and the other animals seemed to shrink from Benjamin's perspective. He was growing longer, taller. Fatter. The dull tips of his new tusks brushed forward along the top of Natasha's skull before clearing her altogether. His head was much too high and too far forward to reach hers anymore. As his mass continued to increase, he became very conscious of the dainty female creature beneath him.

Natasha, I'm too heavy, you have to--

Don't worry. I've enhanced the strength of my bones and muscles. You won't crush me. So don't you dare hold back.

Her words lit a fire in him as he continued changing. A deep need emerged from the beastly core of his brain. Benjamin called out to the freezing ocean all around, proclaiming his right to mate with his prize. His guttural roar was like a diesel engine. Condensation dispersed around his eyes in the chilly air as he resumed his pounding of Natasha's wet harp seal slit.

It became immediately obvious that his cock was much bigger too. His beastly manhood pressed firmly against every millimeter of her slick walls. But he had faith in Natasha's ability to control her own safety. He didn't hold back. Though he was likely over two thousand pounds compared to her meager few hundred, he pushed and pulled with all of his weight behind it. When his expanding muscle and fat filled out his forelimbs, sagging against his flippers, he kept thrusting his walrus cock into her tunnel. When his whiskers became the characteristic mustache of the walrus, all coarse and yellowed, he kept up the rhythm of his distant groin. When he watched his pointed sea lion nose become two pudgy holes in his massive walrus muzzle and cheeks, he focused on fucking Natasha.

The feeling of their bodies against one another changed. Like a layer had been removed. His bare skin rubbed against her short, damp fur. Benjamin cocked his head, looking with one of his big eyes at his fat flank. Now he was furless. Ugly though his coarse, wrinkled new surface was, he knew that neither of them would be complaining about his looks any time soon. He was a powerhouse. She was like a little toy to him, completely enveloped in his humongous belly. If not for Project Universe, she would absolutely have suffocated. Every now and then, she barked her passions. The sound was like a heavenly choir to his internal ears.

The motley cries from the other participants in the orgy were still present. For a few seconds, Benjamin was fascinated by the various respirations of each animal. He marked how fast some of them were breathing breathing by the plumes of condensation that came from their beaks, snouts, muzzles. Some were taking multiple breaths a second. Others only exhaled every few seconds. Benjamin realized with a start that he was breathing much, much slower than in his human body. As a walrus, he didn't need nearly as much air as quickly.

That observation hit home more than any other thus far. His physiology was altered on a very deep level. He was an animal. All of them were. For all intents and purposes, their little iceberg could have been a zoo. Each of them had become little more than a sex-crazed animal carrying out its biologically programmed behavior. Yet they'd been successful, high-functioning, moral human beings only minutes ago. It was so twisted, so profoundly wrong what was happening. But the sensation between his hind flippers, that overpoweringly pleasurable heat, it was undeniable. It trumped logic, ethics, reason, decorum, dignity, or any other outside influences. Sex was king.

He'd barely grown accustomed to his altered form when Natasha's voice again filled his mind. It held a note of frustration.

No, we can do better. We can do better!

A new yet familiar sensation entered Benjamin's awareness. He could feel some new part of his body rapidly developing above his penis. A moment later, it was big enough that he could feel it pushing against the sleek fur and skin above Natasha's vagina. Then into it. He realized what was happening.

Natasha was giving herself a new vagina, and him a new penis.

Now equipped with a fully functional second penis, Benjamin roared anew like the walrus he had become. The sexual pleasure had, impossibly, doubled. He could feel twice as much warmth. Twice as much moisture. Twice as much electric fire coursing through his loins at the plentiful contact between Natasha's and his most sensitive parts.

He thought he ought to cry from how wonderful it felt. No one had the right to experience such sexual pleasure. No one's mind was built to feel twice as much satisfaction as normal. Yet with Project Universe, it was possible.

Benjamin's mind was nearly blank with the unadulterated pleasure of it. Previously, his mind had been merely clouded. His thoughts had been distracted, and no distraction had been captivating enough to draw his attention for more than a few seconds. Now, it was as if he was immersed in the deepest fog on Earth. Nothing but pleasure. Pure, white, sexual pleasure.

Time passed. With the plodding pace of a glacier, a thought eventually formulated in a part of his brain that was still capable of cognition.

Natasha must have used Project Universe to give me a huge amount of staying power. We've been at it for a long time.

More time passed. Benjamin became a little more used to the new baseline of pleasure his brain had to experience. He was able to open his eyes and make sense of his surroundings again. The meaningless, bothersome noise resolved into the individually distinguishable animal cries of the others. Another thought.

This might never end. And I would be okay with that. I can't believe I'm thinking this, but I would be okay with fucking Natasha like a dumb animal for an eternity.

He could feel his hind flippers sloshing about in the puddle made from their body heat, as he rocked back and forth on them to rocket his cocks into her vaginas. The lifeless arctic waters all around were a stark contrast to the vivacity of passionate life on their iceberg. How long would some of the other animals be able to survive in the cold temperatures that Benjamin found himself comfortable in? He 'voiced' his concern to Natasha.

Never mind that, it's all a sensory illusion. We aren't actually in the Arctic, it only appears that way. No one is going to get hypothermia.

Benjamin continued pounding the harp seal underneath his belly for the few seconds that it took for her words' meaning to sink in. Then, Natasha spoke again before he could reply.

You know, this is excellent. We'll have to recommend this to the Slaves afterward. But we can still do better! Brace yourself, big boy.

A shimmer appeared before his eyes. Project Universe was generating something, something big. The shimmer manifested into a walrus, laying right in front of him. Same size as Benjamin, same position, same everything. Had Natasha manifested a mirror? Benjamin turned his head to let both of his eyes, spaced so far apart, roam the other beast's body. The new walrus did the same.

Then, like a lightning bolt through his brain, Benjamin became physically aware of a second body. And he understood. As he and the other walrus experimentally raised a flipper, he could feel both of their motions. When he resumed his servicing of the small harp seal beneath him, Benjamin felt not only his own sexual pleasure, but that of the new walrus and his partner. Though he could not see her, Benjamin could feel the new harp seal beneath the new walrus' belly.

Natasha had duplicated the both of them, and linked their minds. Benjamin could feel everything that the new Benjamin could. He had little doubt that Natasha was similarly connected to her clone. It was brilliant. It was insane.

Another incalculable length of time passed. Every second was blissful. A positive feedback loop of pleasure rebounded between Benjamin and his clone. He could feel four penises sliding into four vaginas, which enabled the other Benjamin to experience that amplified sensation, which in turn increased Benjamin's awareness, and so on.

I'll need to share this idea with the Slaves. If anyone can appreciate this idea, it's them, said Natasha.

No, said Benjamin. You should_show _them your idea instead. Link all of our bodies so we can feel each other. That would be true ecstasy.

Natasha's impressed surprise was evident in her tone. Benjamin! Good idea!

His mind was racing with possibilities. Any filter he might have had, he recognized, was long gone. After that, transform us all into different animals for a novel experience. Maybe we could set up some two-on-one groupings, if you're fine with trying anal.

I'll try anything, said Natasha. Anything. I'll be human again and make my tits gigantic if that's what you want. I'll make your cock huge then suck it with the tongue of a giraffe or the trunk of an elephant if that's what you want. We can have sex as aliens in microgravity, or we can have sex as sperm whales in the darkness a kilometer beneath the surface. Anything.

Benjamin, along with his duplicate, bellowed his concordance. Excellent. Perfect.

Now are you willing to admit defeat? Do you regret holding back? Aren't you glad you're a part of this?

He grunted. The basso sound rippled through his blubbery body.I admit this is easily the most enjoyable thing I have ever done and ever will do, but I still know that doing this is deplorable and wrong on many, many levels. There will come a time when all of this must be undone. Sooner or later, you have to reset this facility and all of us to the way things were.

Yes, Natasha conceded. I agree. Fortunately for us, that moment need not come any time soon. We're going to relax, play, and fuck for hours and hours and hours. What we do now will make the most radically hedonistic lifestyles in history pale in comparison.

Benjamin could feel his body building up to an orgasm, at long last. How would semen travel through both of his penises? How had the anatomy of his genital tract been altered by what had to have been a quick, simple command by Natasha? He marveled at Project Universe's ability to interpret commands by intent and make such complex changes in response.

Hours and hours?_Benjamin asked, savoring the magnitude of his multi-ton walrus body's building ejaculatory pressure._How about a week or two?

Natasha squeaked her delighted laughter. No. Months.

Like two shotguns, his first spurts of walrus semen blasted out of his twin penises. Every muscle group in the vicinity of his walrus groin contracted in their involuntary effort to push his cocks even deeper into Natasha's wet seal vaginas. The sprawling webbed toes of his hind flippers provided a rigid counter-pressure against the snow to keep his penises rammed tightly against Natasha's entrances. The feeling of his bulbous, turgid cocks spewing volumes of walrus-seed was like a continuous lightning bolt. It shot through every nerve in his two-ton body, paralyzing him in pleasure.

Other Benjamin, his duplicate, was frozen in orgasm too. Benjamin could feel his copy's all-encompassing pleasure, and he knew that Other Benjamin could feel his own. What the Natashas were feeling, in turn, could doubtless be no less.

Benjamin realized his cavernous mouth was open wide. The roar of his orgasm seemed to be echoing back upon him despite the frozen wilderness for miles around. He couldn't contain himself. Let all the board members see the height of his pleasure. Let the two Jesses bear witness to his proud, ivory tusks. To the humongous beast he'd become.

Fire coated his two-foot-long cocks - the hot semen from his internal testicles pouring out of Natasha's filled cavities. His groin sloshed around in the sludgy semen, coating his thick bare skin as he continued to pump glob after glob into his little harp seal.

And as Benjamin's first orgasm in the thrall of Project Universe finally began to fade, he dreamed of the imminent golden future in store.

***

The stubborn main door to the facility slowly ground open on its hinges when Jesse leaned his body weight against the push bar. Mid-morning sunlight, bright and warm, streamed into his eyes. A portent for the company's future, perhaps? He held a hand up to his eyes along with the board members while propping the door open for them.

"Was the pear any good?" asked Chariman Irving in good humor as he passed.

"Absolutely; it tasted like success!" Jesse returned. They shared a chuckle. Irving wasn't all bad after all.

"Thank you for the demonstration," said another board member as he passed. A fifty-something white man. Jesse didn't know his name, nor much care to.

"Thank you for coming," he returned.

Benjamin and Natasha joined him in the light as the old men and women of the board found their expensive cars in the parking lot. Jesse realized, with a start, that in a few weeks he'd be able to afford one of his own. After the simulation demonstration, the mood in the air had been transformed from rigid and anxious to celebratory. Everyone on the board had been thoroughly impressed. Hell, all he'd really done as the operator was eat a pear and scribble with a pen. The more he considered though, the more he realized how much uncharted land there was to explore with Project Universe. They were right to be impressed.

Together, the three waved their goodbyes to the people who would be extending and bolstering the Project's funding. One by one the cars pulled out and left the property.

"Glad that's over," Jesse said. He allowed the door to slowly close itself as they headed into the cool dimness of the warehouse facility.

"Excellent job as the operator," said Benjamin, solemn as ever. "You stuck to the script while remaining emotive and enjoyable to watch."

Jesse almost snorted. "Oh, it wasn't exactly a performance. A simple task that was simply done."

"It was enough. More than enough."

He allowed himself a short grin. "That it was, Benjamin. That it was."

Natasha was quiet, and she followed the pair from behind. Neither were characteristic of her. She seemed distracted. Privately amused about something.

"What's so funny, Natasha?" asked Jesse. Benjamin sent her a questioning glance. He'd picked up on her odd behavior as well.

Natasha looked up. She was wearing what looked like a smug smile, but Jesse knew that Natasha was too professional, too controlled to ever look smug. If he was ever lucky enough to get her to go on a date with him, maybe she'd relax enough to even laugh.

"Oh, nothing," she said. "I was just thinking how we ought to throw a party tomorrow when all of the lab staff is here."

Jesse's jaw almost hit the floor. Benjamin looked equally shocked. Natasha, suggesting a party?

"Don't look so surprised," she added. "I'm confident you'd enjoy ourselves. We could all get to know each other better."

She smiled, showing her teeth. "It would be wild."