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Launch Parties

By Danath

Characters © Darwen ()

Set in the SynTech Universe

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Memorandum - TOP SECRET - SynTech

TO: COO Jiji

FROM: CEO [Redacted]

RE: Morphsuit R&D Labs

Let the orca do as he pleases.

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Memorandum - FOR WIDE RELEASE - SynTech

TO: All VPs, Department Heads, and Managers

FROM: COO Jiji

RE: Morphsuit R&D Labs

I've heard a few grumbles about the number of employees transferring to the Morphsuit Division as the Gen3 launch approaches, but please speak to me about any concerns over staffing issues. SynTech is actively recruiting the best and brightest, so any employment needs a department may face will be rectified as soon as possible.

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The pangolins walked in unison, taking exactly the same length of strides with each step, as they headed through the large marble-floored hallway. Various small doors led into a variety of offices housing the different researchers, analysts, coders, and dozens of others, all diligently working around the clock to ensure the Gen3 morphsuits met their production deadline. News regarding that deadline brought the pangolins to the large wooden double-doors at the end of the hallway. They opened into a brightly lit reception area - a long couch along the wall, some plants, and a desk on the other side, partially blocking the door to the office of Darwen, VP of Morphsuit Research and Development Laboratories at SynTech. His name, however, was not on the door, as anyone needing to see Darwen knew who he was, and if they didn't, they didn't need to see him.

Ensuring this protocol was maintained without fault was a large ottertaur, close to nine feet tall at the ears. His long, sleek underbody padded around on four webbed paws, approaching the two pangolins. Though he wore a dark blue button-up shirt, he had nothing over his taur half, allowing the wide and long sheath wobbling under his belly to hang freely. The heavy, tan-furred balls attached drooped between his hind legs. The sheath was at least a foot and a half thick and probably three foot long, taking up a third of the taur's underbelly. Powerful muscles caused his short, dense pelt to ripple and shine under the overhead lights and lamps. The hem of the dark blue shirt draped around his chest and belly, partially obscuring the second maleness perched at the base of his upper torso, where his hips merged with his lower half. It wasn't as large as his taur-sheath, but the cream-colored tube and corresponding testicles were still quite large, close to the size of a 2-liter soda bottle. The heavy sac draped down his front, occasionally bumping against his forelegs.

A large black cap with the SynTech logo and the words "Security Services" sat between his short round ears, while a white earpiece was just visible through the light tan fur of his inner ear. With it, he could listen in to anywhere in the office on the hidden microphones, and at the moment, the sounds of gasps, moans, and the wet slaps of flesh on flesh buzzed, making the ottertaur's enormous sheath visibly fatten up and drape lower.

"ID?" he asked.

Both pangolins held up one half of an identity card each, pressing them together as the ottertaur leaned in to examine them. He knew the pangolins, of course, but the otter was a stickler for procedure. He nodded his wide muzzle and twitched his whiskers.

"Mr. Darwen will see you shortly," he said.

"Thank," said one pangolin.

"You," said the other.

The ottertaur returned to his desk and took a seat on his haunches. Leaning forward, he tapped a few keys on his small computer, then pressed a button under the lip of the desk. The pangolins waited patiently, matching expressions on their face as they checked out the ottertaur's endowments with some interest. The ottertaur noticed and grinned, then nodded towards the door as a small red light on the corner of the desk turned green.

"Mr. Darwen will see you now."

The pangolins stood up and strutted together towards the double doors, each opening one side. The office expanded, far larger than the comparatively tiny waiting area. Mahogany bookcases lined the back wall, interrupted by a pair of large domed windows. Several ferns and other small trees occupied the corners or tops of small tables, one of which was positioned between a pair of large, low-slung chairs in front of a massive mahogany desk. The glossy material shone in the subdued lighting of the elegantly decorated office. Fancy marble floors in swirling white and blue were interrupted by a series of small drains set into the four-foot-wide tiles which, with the liquid-proof grouting, ensured the office was easy to clean after even the largest of messes. The pangolin's muzzles short, wide muzzles smirked in unison as their arousals stretched from their sheaths, draping over their eyes as the scent of musk and sex hit their nostrils.

Darwen sat in a large, high-backed chair on the other side of the desk, framed by the windows and dark blue curtains. The orca wore a black pinstriped suit that clung to his broad, muscular shoulders and stretched around his biceps. The front of the suit coat fell open, revealing a broad swath of smooth white skin across a pair of heavy, round orbs, each featuring a juicy and plump teat on the ends. Each massive breast was enormous, so large that even squeezed together as they were now, the round orbs stretched past the muscular sides of his large torso. His breasts pushed through his unbuttoned shirt as he leaned back in the chair, a look of satisfaction on his wide mouth. They were a sea of smooth white skin upon which the light from the windows glinted, accentuating the deep shadows of his cleavage. His upper jaw was black, but his lower jaw was white, the same as his neck and torso. The black skin ran over his round and wide skull, down his thick neck, and spread across his backside. A blunt fin pressed out from the orca's head and neck, arching away and down through the neckline of the shirt and coat.

Most of the orca's frontside wasn't actually visible to the pangolins as they entered and sat in the chairs, eyes wide and huge grins plastered across their twinned muzzles. Dual arousals swept through them as they watched the orca's large white fingers squeeze into a fuzzy, rosetta-spotted hide.

The owner of that velvet-smooth fur was a tall male leopard with a pair of breasts that rivaled Darwen's in size, along with another smaller set beneath, probably in the B-cup range. His plump rump spread around the orca's thighs, squeezing and rippling against the executive's enormous black-skinned testicles. The leopard's chest squeezed forward into the orca's bosoms. Between the six large orbs, the feline's thick maleness thrust regularly, pushing deep between the black and white mammal's ponderous length. The curvyboi leaned back in the orca's fingers, wriggling his rump as his tail flexed and whipped behind him. The velvet-furred leopard's thickness wasn't nearly the size of the orca's white-tipped black shaft, but leaked and dribbled nearly as much as the wide, white stalk and bulging urethra squeezing back, overlapping around the sides of the smaller pink shaft as it speared upwards between the feline's generous pillows, slipping and flexing as the orca's personal aide responded by squeezing even closer and tighter and using her paws to massage her orbs around Darwen's thickness.

Darwen's large tail-fluke slapped against the floor behind him as he grunted, fingers clenching momentarily around the leopard's hips, before he sighed and resumed slowly lifting and lowering the shuddering, panting leopard up and down his meaty stalk. A thick flow of pre-cum rolled down the orca's cock each time it pulled free of the feline's warm cleavage, drizzling down over Darwen's heavy and round nuts or the leopard's quivering staff before hitting the floor.

"What can I do for you?" Darwen asked, his voice light and conversational despite the wriggling gasping curvyboi squeezing against him and moaning with lust.

"I have some good news about the Gen3 launch," the pangolins said in unison. "The team will be ready for the initial soft-launch before your ten-year anniversary, so the staff would like to host a joint party celebrating your ten years at SynTech and the new product."

The orca grinned and leaned forward, standing up abruptly. The leopard's shoulders smacked down across the smooth wooden desk, sending his massive breasts flopping up and down until the big, muscular orca's fingers dug into them, surrounding the rose-pink teats pushing through the fur. The leopard's groans echoed more loudly as the orca pumped forward harder, jostling the bustyboi back and forth with every deep thrust into the smooth, velvet cleavage.

The pangolins grinned as twin arousals tented their matching white lab coats. Like most of the researchers and scientists Darwen employed, they wore nothing beneath the purely decorative articles. The pangolins chose coats far too small to wrap around their chests, showing off the weight of their soft, smooth breasts as they squeezed together through unbuttoned fronts. In the back, the fabric dimpled over the ridges of their scales down to their long tails, which flexed at the tips in unison as they sat in the chairs, watching the orca riding his personal assistant. Neither coat extended much further than mid-thigh, revealing the bulge of their arousals and the lower halves of their heavy testicles.

"I think that's a good idea," Darwen said, his tone businesslike. His hips didn't miss a beat as he went faster yet, dragging his thickness in and out through the feline's breasts and frotting the smaller pink arousal until the leopard squeaked and gasped, fingers and claws tugging at the orca's hands buried in his upper set. "Should be a good morale boost, too."

"We'll set up the date with Lawler," the pangolins said in unison. They'd been doing better at operating independently, but the single-minded pangolin tended to default to stereo voice when in the presence of the imposing orca. Especially when he was busy rutting a squealing and gasping employee.

The feline stretched one arm out and shuddered again as Darwen's fingers squeezed hard around his fat teats. The orca's hands disappeared to the wrists in the bustyboi's chest as his thick erection throbbed and slapped against Darwen's hard, chiseled abdomen. He scratched at the wood with his claws until his fingers found his smartphone. Pulling it up in front of his face as the orca leaned over further, pumping hard every second or so, fast enough that his heavy sac slapped against the fuzzy, spotted underside of the lower pair of swollen orbs each time.

"You have... a free evening... in two weeks... from... tomorrow!" the leopard said, trying to speak between deep pumps as his four sloshing breasts jostled back and forth. "Should I... schedule... it in?"

"Go ahead," Darwen said, glancing down at the spittle-flecked muzzle of Lawler's well-used muzzle before turning his attention back to the pangolin. "As for you, how about coming around to this side of the desk for a quick break?"

The pangolins smiled in unison. One walked around the left side of the desk, the other the right, out of their seats in a flash. An eager pair of muzzles controlled by a single brain pressed forward, fingers and claws stroking along the orca's powerful core, feeling the ridges of muscles up and down his sides, before their muzzles opened. Darwen grunted as he felt their chests squeeze into his sides, paws stretching down to grope at his seed-covered nuts while their muzzles latched onto his plump black nipples. Their tongues flickered and wrapped around the orca's plump teats four or five times before sliding past their lips and up his mammaries, rhythmically suckling and squeezing until the orca let out a loud, enjoyable sigh. The pangolins groaned together as they suckled, drawing rich orca-cream from their boss's heavy chest with a practiced ease. Droplets fell from their lips as the flow increased rapidly, filling their cheeks with every firm suckle.

Darwen sighed and leaned back, allowing both employees to grind and suckle and tease and stroke him. His fat length shifted against the feline as the other employed dual muzzles to great effect. As the orca relaxed, enjoying the attention, his mind drifted back to the Gen2 release party. He'd put in a lot of effort to prepare the Gen3s, but he still wasn't sure it could live up to the fun he had that night ten years ago...

* * *

10 years earlier - the same office

The woman sat across the desk from the seven and a half foot tall orca, but her gaze was on her tablet computer, which showed lists of numbers and figures and data and prices of all sorts. She scrolled and tapped as she spoke.

"And so the final pieces of the Henshin Company have been dissolved and its workforce re-employed by SynTech," she said. "Your compensation package will be deposited tomorrow morning. Have you had a chance to look at your departmental budgets?"

The orca smiled as though he knew something she didn't, which made her feel slightly uneasy.

"Yes, though the final budget will be slightly different," he said.

"Different? Mr. Darwen, as you know, SynTech assigned me as the auditor to this buyout, which makes me your primary source of information and negotiation over budgets and resources," she said, sitting up straight and staring at him. "Where did - or rather, who did you talk to about this?"

"Oh, you know. People." Darwen waved a hand in the air and grinned again. "We're going to be late to the launch party."

"Please don't change the subject, Mr. Darwen. I've been over this deal a hundred times and now, at the last minute, you reveal you've been engaged in secret negotiations and won't tell me about them?"

"It's all perfectly above-board," Darwen said. "I have no complaints about your work. In fact, you've made this whole process go surprisingly smoothly. I'm impressed, Ms. Lawler." The orca flashed a mouthful of sharp white teeth.

The auditor shook her head as the orca stood up from behind the desk and waved his tail towards the door.

"Shall we?"

"Yes, but I want to know exactly what you expect to be changed in this package between tonight and tomorrow morning, Mr. Darwen."

"Of course. In fact, I'm sure by the end of the night, everything will be crystal clear."

That strange smile made Lawler feel unease once more, but she quelled it and stood up to follow the large orca out the door of the office, down the hallway, and into a large conference room. Sliding walls enabled it to be resized smaller or larger for the occasion, but with all 107 employees of the new Morphsuit Research and Development Corporation present, the room was as big as it could get.

Darwen surveyed his employees as he entered, large face slowly drifting side to side, noting little details about each - the green dress on his marketing director, the oversized lab coat draped around one of his long-haired researchers, the suspenders and bow-tie that a programmer wore. Most were humans, though a few wore Gen1 suits and appeared as various species - a wolf, a few rabbits, and one particularly muscular, tall otter. The orca let his gaze linger on the tall male for a second or two longer before his muzzle split into a wide grin.

"Welcome, everyone!" he said, his deep voice booming out. The room fell silent immediately as 107 pairs of eyes - 108 counting Ms. Lawler - turned to focus on the muscular orca. His navy blue suit coat shone in the lights, wrapping nicely and enhancing the muscular mammal's prodigious chest. "Thank you for all your hard work over the past few years. Not only have you managed to complete the Gen2 suits on deadline, you did it while undergoing a massive restructuring as the Henshin Company was absorbed into SynTech. Give yourselves a hand!"

Loud applause and cheers broke out as many of the gathered employees held up drinks and toasted the orca.

"The Gen2 suits will be shipping out to stores by the end of the week, but I've got a special gift for everyone here," Darwen continued, once the noise quelled. "All of you are going to get your own Gen2, the Platinum Edition, along with a few other customizations I've added myself that I think you'll find make them the most advanced morphsuits the world has ever seen!"

More whoops and applause as a procession of short otters pushing carts entered the room from a side door at the orca's cue. They quickly moved around the room, handing each employee their specific, customized morphsuit. Lawler accepted hers, but couldn't shake the nagging feeling of suspicion she had about the orca.

She'd worked with him for over two years now, guiding the process of the Henshin buyout from start to finish. It was her baby, her achievement, and was sure to vault her up the corporate ladder. She got it done by working hard, being stubborn, and refusing to skip any detail no matter how small and seemingly insignificant. Darwen, through all the long, sleepless nights, had been nothing but forthcoming. His company's financials were surprisingly tight and complete. The research notes he'd delivered by means of armored car security to the SynTech labs were also complete - it was what allowed the company to accelerate the Gen2 development by several years ahead of the original timeline. In fact, everything the orca did was consistent, upfront, and without a hint of deviousness.

And that's what bothered Lawler. Everyone had a secret. Everyone had a goal. Everyone, it seemed, but Darwen.

"All right, everyone! Go get into your suits and try them out! I've loaded up a few basic mods for you to try, or you can link them to your phones and use the new app to download a few of your own from your old suit."

As Darwen spoke, more otters returned, this time carrying large platters of finger foods and trays of drinks. The 100-plus employees milled around, talking and chatting, as others slipped away to put on their suits in private. Some returned looking the same, others taking the form of various mods pre-programmed in. Excited chatter broke out as they tested the features - the wolf Darwen spotted earlier laughed as he grew close to seven feet tall before shrinking back down, all in just a few minutes - a dramatic improvement over the Gen1 morph speeds. The orca grinned as he saw Ms. Lawler enter the room as well, wearing the suit but looking herself. The material bound to the skin while emulating sensations, behaving like a second layer while helping to keep sweat and dirt out, making it possible to wear longer than the Gen1 suits before cleaning was required.

Darwen moved around the room, smiling and shaking hands or paws, chatting up each of his employees. He knew them all by name, as most of them followed him from Henshin, attracted to SynTech for ostensibly the same reasons as the orca: unlimited corporate resources, massive perks, and a high salary. The party grew louder and more boisterous over the next two hours as the hungry employees attacked the food trays and drinks. Music played on the speakers all the while, adding to the festive atmosphere.

Darwen returned to the front of the room and leaned against a table, grinning as he watched the room full of people. The otters who delivered the suits and food were long gone, leaving just the 108 employees and auditor. Ms. Lawler approached him, tablet in her hand.

"Mr. Darwen, I really would like a moment of your time to go over this budget issue you mentioned," she said, but Darwen held up a hand in front of his large chest, stopping her.

"Just a moment please, Ms. Lawler," he said, sharp teeth flashing again. "You'll enjoy this part of the party."

The orca stood up and clapped his hands three times, drawing the attention of the various revellers. When he was sure he had their attention, Darwen slid his hands behind his back and fingered the small control key in his palm.

"Everyone, I would like to once more thank you for your devotion and dedication to creating the Gen2 morphsuits with me," he said, voice echoing through the large room. "I have one more reward for you all. And here it is!"

Darwen pressed the first button on the control panel. A high-pitched electrical whine buzzed over the sound of the music for a few moments as every person in the room besides Darwen seized up and went stiff, arms at their sides, eyes wide, faces staring forward, jaws clenched. The orca grinned and tapped Ms. Lawler on the nose as she stared, unseeing, straight in front of her. He performed a quick check, making sure everyone was present and behaving as they ought to at this point in the process.

The Gen2 suits really were special, he mused, walking around his frozen employees like a general inspecting the troops. A few tweaks, a few backdoor commands, and he could do pretty much as he wanted.

And the orca wanted loyalty. He wanted employees who would still argue their ideas, of course - Darwen detested sycophants and yes men. But employees who could stand up for themselves while otherwise worshipping and idolizing him... that was the trick. His lips curled as he contemplated his success, so close at hand...

Satisfied the preparations were complete, Darwen held up his hand and pressed the second button. An even louder electrical charge blistered through the air, sending sparks and lightning from one person to another. The trojan horse overcharged the neural connections between the suits and each individual wearer's brain. Darwen held his phone up as a status screen appeared, reading 2 percent conversion ratio. But it went to three, then four in short order.

As the numbers ticked up, the various gathered employees unfroze. They blinked and glanced around. Darwen was back in front of the room, though, and threw up his arms, a wide smile on his face as though nothing unusual happened.

"Great work, everyone! Enjoy the party!"

A few employees looked around quizzically, wondering what just distracted them, but soon everyone chatting and drinking and eating and dancing once again. Everyone except Ms. Lawler.

The human stared at the orca, eyes wide. A tiny drop of drool formed on her lower lip as her wide eyes blinked once or twice a minute, locked onto the orca's figure as he circulated through the room.

"Check out Lawler," someone said. "She's had way too much to drink already!"

The woman didn't respond, just followed the tall orca with her eyes until he was back in front of the room. She could smell him as he got closer and felt her knees almost buckle.

Around the room, a few other employees stared at the orca much as Lawler was. Others panted or waved paper at their faces as a flush of warmth spread through their bodies. The suits worked quickly and efficiently in the background, manipulating and altering their brain patterns, sowing desires that were not their own into their conscious and unconscious thoughts. There were several messages, but the primary one: obey Darwen.

Darwen grinned as he leaned forward, hovering a few inches in front of the stricken auditor. He watched as her suit activated, rapidly growing a layer of fine yellow fur across her face and neck. Her breathing intensified as the corrupting influence of the virus focused her thoughts, guiding her towards the natural conclusion she knew she must accept: she needed Darwen. She needed to obey Darwen. She tried to fight it, the suspicion she had for him before flaring up - but only for a moment before the virus viciously quashed any resistance. Her lips spread, plumping up as the suit continued to transform her, soon covering her entire body in a soft, velvet layer of yellow fur with a dense pattern of dark brown rosettes. Her nose extended, turning pink and feline, as her lower jaw stuck forward. Even her teeth changed, turning into sharp fangs and incisors in her new muzzle.

A tail squeezed down the back of her skirt and flicked spasmodically across her calves. She gasped as her blouse distended, seams stretching as her chest swelled, both enlarging her upper set of breasts and growing in a smaller pair underneath. Darwen's tail flipped up and down with excitement as he turned his gaze from the transforming leopard to the other employees around the room.

The majority of the room already sported dark brown pelts and round, furry ears. A host of moaning, wriggling otters, some growing and some shrinking, some turning male or female or both, greeted his smiling gaze as the programming rewired their minds, infiltrating and excising whatever the orca wanted them to forget, leaving them with memories of work, of the orca, and of their desire to serve.

He watched as the especially large and muscular otter he noticed before swelled further, bursting out of his clothes as his muscles flexed, sending the ripped shreds of his khaki pants and button-up shirt floating to the floor. An immense pink stalk stretched outwards from his hips, drooping over a large set of cream-furred testicles, keeping the large arousal from hitting the floor. His pecs and abs thickened as his whole core grew surprisingly hard and solid - but Darwen knew the virus wasn't done with the muscular male yet. The orca's eyes widened with pleasure as he watched the otter cry out and lean over. His hips distended backwards as a second pair of legs grew in, digitrade but with webbed feet. His tail lengthened and thickened as the powerful taur underbody stretched and filled out. The suit blew past its operational limits as the virus disengaged the safeties, forcing the otter to grow to the absolute limit, until he was nearly nine feet tall and slightly longer than that in his low-slung taurbody. A fat maleness draped from the bottom of his upper torso where it met his taur-half, while between his hind legs, an incredible cream-colored sheath stretched and widened, the shaft inside stretching the fuzzy sheath flesh before the pink log flopped out and slapped against the floor, making the muscular ottertaur let out a wheezing gasp of pleasure.

There were a few other exceptions in the room, breaking up the pattern of mass otterfication. A tall and friendly programmer he'd taken a fancy too groaned loudly and stretched her paws across her chest and belly before wrapping them around the brand new kangaroo cock stretching from her hips, below the pouch on her belly. A pair of heavy balls draped below, dangling over her thighs, as her bosom expanded. She leaned back on her long feet and heavy tail, using it to balance her top-heavy figure as both hands wrapped around her wide stalk, already reaching past her plump nipples. The kangaroo was one of the orca's co-conspirators and watched, wide-eyed, as her co-workers went into lustful fugues all around her. She licked her lips, particularly enjoying the feel of her stalk flex madly in her fingers as groaning otters stumbled towards her, webbed paws outstretched and reaching for the kangaroo. The virus instilled a sense of respect in them for the co-conspirators who made the conversion program possible - another nice perk of joining the orca's plans early.

Beside her, another of the programmers growled and gnashed his sharp, pointed white teeth. Black claws stroked through the dense fur forming around his face and head as his nose and lips stretched into a narrow muzzle. The white fur coating the top of his head looked like a skullcap as it ran down his backside. Powerful, limber muscles rippled beneath the honey badger's pelt as he stroked the erection pushing up from his hips, teasing his fingers and claws across the nearly foot and a half long staff as his chest rose and fell rapidly. The changes came quickly, and soon a squat, powerfully built honey badger growled and licked her lips. Six large breasts ran down her wide chest and belly, hiding most of the powerful abs rippling under her dense black and white pelt. Between her thighs, an oversized maleness stretched upwards, pointing out at a forty-five degree angle before the huge length curled back, ending with the tip hovering more than a foot above her smooth head. Pints of pre-cum rolled down the huge pink maleness as it bounced back across her full breasts. She shuddered as pleasure coursed through her body. As another co-conspirator, she too soon enjoyed the attention of the lust-stricken employees of the Morphsuit R&D Labs.

In the far corner, Darwen could see flashes of tan and orange fur - the fennecs. The orca smiled as he watched a group of five fluffy, short, thick-hipped male fennecs squeezing together and nuzzling at each other's large ears. If he remembered right, three of them were female before. They groped and squeezed together in a pile of fox flesh as their throbbing arousals sought any paw, muzzle, or hole in which to get satisfaction. They'd be perfect plants to place in the IT department, Darwen knew, giving him access to additional departments in the company.

Claws scraped teasingly across the orca's suit coat. He turned around and smiled as Lawler squeezed up against him, hips grinding forward. The newly transformed bustyboi leopard opened his muzzle and gasped as his nostrils flared, soaking up the musky, powerful scent of the orca while grinding his hips forward. Darwen reached up and cupped his breasts, making the feline groan and press into his fingers. Lawler's transformation came along nicely as she expanded in all the right places. He'd made sure to reward the auditor for her good work by implanting new subliminal desires in her altered brain; she'd now be irresistibly attracted to size, especially his.

The orca rested his paw on the leopard's head, stroking between his ears, before pushing him down to his knees. The big muscular killer whale grunted as he felt warm breath across the front of his bulging suit pants, but a moment later his heavy black stalk, tipped in white around the crown, flexed out through the undone zipper and spread across the leopard's full, round breasts.

As Lawler's warm muzzle surrounded his tip, the orca lifted his head and surveyed the ongoing transformations. His eye caught the solitary wolf in his employ and his smile stretched as the dark brown fur lightened and shortened into a breezy shade of yellow. Tiny spots covered her flanks as she fell forward, assuming much the same position the ottertaur did earlier as her hips stretched backwards. Feline claws and ears replaced the lupine features as she transformed rapidly, though the large outline of the wolf's tail remained, rather than the ropelike cheetah-tail one might have expected. She wasn't as big as the ottertaur, but still looked to be one of the largest of his transforming employees in terms of height and length. Despite her size, her attributes were modest - a pair of C-cup breasts and a two-foot long sheath about ten-inches wide between her legs. Her long, powerful flanks stretched as she pawed at her expanded chest and felt the thick pink maleness slide free of her sheath, hovering and throbbing as it grew towards her forelegs. The cheetahtaur's muscles swelled next, stretching her silky coat as her thighs fattened, all four, while her long and sleek underbelly went taut. The inherent athleticism of her new body would make her the perfect corporate messenger, just as Darwen planned.

The trojan horse, now almost finished with the major transformations, entered its final stage. Gasps and moans of pleasure erupted around the room as their pleasure receptors fired, heightening every touch, every grasp, every squeeze. Groups of two, three, seven, and more formed. The orca considered abandoning the lovely leopard muzzle slurping along his aching length to dive into a pile of more than twenty-five wriggling otter bodies in the center of the room, all of them squeaking and moaning and cumming in, on, and with each other, some buried under three or four layers of plush hips, large breasts, and thick pink stalks.

But the feline's eager purrs drew him back to Lawler. He had special plans for him. Such an efficient and dedicated auditor, he'd nearly discovered Darwen's secret machinations several times over the past few years. Her dedication to the company was admirable, if misplaced, in the orca's opinion. He was much happier to see her new attitude: rather than focusing on what was best for SynTech, new bustyboi was focusing on what was best for Darwen. And right now, she was on the money with a deep and eager throatjob. The orca grunted and leaned forward, draping her heavy orbs over the leopard's head. His powerful hands grabbed the leopard's head and pushed him down, straightening his throat. Darwen shoved forward, groaning with pleasure as the bustyboi lurched forward to meet his thrust, eagerly taking the orca's oversized shaft to the hilt, until thick pre-cum rolled from his nostrils and his eyes watered.

The corrupted leopard stared up at Darwen. His hips wiggled, thick rump sliding back and forth and causing his fat pink leopard-stalk to bat against the insides of his thighs again and again. Darwen tightened his grip and humped hard, fast, muzzlefucking the mind controlled leopard until he felt his enormous sac tense and draw upwards.

"Welcome to the Morphsuit Division, Lawler," he gasped. The leopard's eyes closed as a wave of hot, thick, musky seed pumped down her throat, filling her belly for what would be the first time of many as the orca let loose. His loud moans attracted attention from his transformed employees, though, and soon dozens upon dozens of otters, a handful of fennecs, a pair of taurs, a kangaroo, and a honey badger - all 107 of them, plus a thick-hipped Dalmatian he hadn't noticed earlier, who was the last of the co-conspirators, and responsible for getting the backdoor through the security procedures - swarmed towards his side of the room. They pushed and squeezed for room, surging forward and backwards around the immovable, powerful black and white male. Others groped at the leopard, helping him push harder and faster over the orca's spurting, flexing maleness or diving in to lick up the seed left along the thick length when the leopard pulled back to the tip. Lawler's cry of pleasure as two large webbed forelegs draped over her shoulders silenced suddenly as Darwen thrust forward. The ottertaur grunted as he flexed his hind legs, driving the supersized length of pink ottercock deep into the bustyboi's gaping rump, lifting him off the floor entirely as he pushed forward, driving her harder over the orca's length. Tongues and muzzles wrapped around Darwen's teats as more worshipped his hanging sac. Warm tongues slid along his smooth skin, exploring his hips and under his broad tail, under he was barely visible under the moaning, writhing, orca-centric orgy.

It lasted most of the night and into the next day, interspersed with naps, as Darwen made sure he personally re-acquainted himself with each and every of his employees, treating them all in one way or another to the Darwen experience. A trail of cum-soaked, bloated otters, fennecs, and others littered the room, sprawled over tables and each other as the tireless, hard-working executive saw to his responsibilities. After all, a good boss was a hands-on boss.

Once the party was over, the lab employees would go to their new shared apartment housing. The communal dwellings featured upwards of twenty otters to a room, pools and exercise areas, excellent drainage systems, and a master key for the orca so he could visit anytime. The trojan virus reprogrammed their minds' default setting to match the suits' form, ensuring they felt completely natural and normal in their suits as if they weren't wearing them at all, except for the kangaroo, honey badger, and Dalmatian, who retained the ability to remember their previous bodies and lives.

The Gen2 suits featured new self-cleaning properties, meaning they could be worn indefinitely. The suit bonded to the skin, leaving no gap or area for dirt or smells to form. A simple shower would clean their bodies and their suits at the same time, though Darwen - not one to mess around with a good night's sleep - made sure to program limitations so they wouldn't be up all night long in their communal rooms.

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Memorandum - TOP SECRET - SynTech

TO: CEO [Redacted]

FROM: VP Darwen, Morphsuit R&D

RE: Gen2 Launch

As we discussed, I've implemented control protocols with my department's employees. We'll begin ramping up Gen2 production and development of the Gen3 concepts immediately. With my new, enhanced workforce and the resources available through SynTech's variety of businesses, I foresee a drastically shortened development time for the Gen3 suit. I'll send a courier with more specific plans later.

Lawler will bring the final documents to sign as well for my expanded budget and resource pool requests. It's been well-hidden - she's quite talented at her job.

Finally, I'd like to request an additional three dozen employees for a variety of positions in the department. Lawler will brief personnel, but it's just the start of my plans to make the Gen3s the most important product launch in SynTech's history.

* * *

Back in the present...

Darwen leaned back in his chair as the twin pangolin muzzles stretched their incredibly long tongues around his heavy breasts, massaging and rippling across the smooth white flesh. He blinked, his flashback fading as the urgency of the present moment came into sharp relief.

Reaching out with his huge hands, the muscular orca grasped the heads of both pangolins and pushed them towards the tip of his aching cock. His massive nuts pulled tight against his inner thighs as the two scaled mammals leaned over the leopard bustyboi, bringing their long tongues into play as his shaft pistoned between Lawler's oversized chest. The feline groaned, long and loud, as his cock pumped, spraying ropes of seed over his head and across his and the pangolins' faces.

Darwen grinned, watching as the three tried to contain his fat, swinging tip. The warm breasts, the soft hands and paws, the eager tongues, and the warmth of so many bodies squeezing around the orca's long, solid maleness made his chest tighten and his heart pound. He gripped the arm rests of his chair as he let out another long, slow sigh.

The bustyboi leopard came harder as soon as she felt the first blast of orca-seed splatter across her jaw, knocking her head back from the force. The pangolins squeezed tighter, tongues sliding vigorously around the shaft, reaching all the way down to the fat base before sliding and squeezing their way back up, scooping up thick white jizz and leaving a wet trail of saliva in their place. Darwen groaned as they milked his flexing arousal, enhancing his need and urging even larger blasts of potent, musky seed to pump from his swollen testicles.

It took some time for everyone to calm down after that. The pangolin emptied her heavy twin shaft across the bustyboi leopard's heaving chest, further painting the black-spotted golden fur with even more sticky seed. Most of it slid down the sides of the huge orbs or clung to her fat pink nubs, eventually spilling onto the floor and heading for the drains.

"Keep up the good work," Darwen said, grinning as the pangolins pulled away and cleaned her own cocks with her tongues, paws resting on her own backsides. "Let me know if anything else develops."

"You got it, boss," the pangolins said in unison on their way out the door. "Later, Lawler!"

The leopard moaned as cum bubbled up from his lips, glazed eyes staring at the ceiling as his paws squeezed his double-sets of breasts around the orca's half-hard maleness still pulsing and dribbling deep in her cleavage. The feline's pink length draped over the side of the orca's thigh.

"Alright, Lawler... take a memo, please..."

* * *

Memorandum - Wide Release - SynTech

To: All Employees of Morphsuit R&D

From: VP Darwen

Re: Gen3 Morphsuit Launch Party!

I'm sure everyone is very excited about the new Gen3 morphsuits, both our long-term employees and the newer members of our team. Everyone is invited to a launch party for the new suits, where each one of you will get a brand new Gen3 to try out! I'm sure you're all as excited as I am for the "shared pleasures" features of the new morphsuits.

Attendance is mandatory.

* * *

Darwen leaned back in his chair, holding a fresh copy of the memo he'd ordered about the Gen3 launch party up to give it one last look before sending it out. Between his thighs, Lawler's enthusiastic moans drifted up around his head as the bustyboi leopard's incredible double-pair of breasts wrapped around the orca's maleness. Occasionally the top of the leopard's head bumped under the swollen orbs draping through the open button-up shirt clinging to the black and white orca's powerful arms and core.

"Fix the grammar on here where I marked, then send it out," Darwen said, setting the paper down on his desk before putting both hands behind his head. He leaned back in the chair, thighs spreading further apart, as Lawler's muzzle stretched around his tip while her heavy breasts squeezed around the middle and base, engulfing the entire width of the fat maleness in warm, velvet fur.

"Yth, therrr!"