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The Lab Incident by:MalicTheWriter

David Delgado was once a man like any other. Unlike many men; David happened to work at a highly experimental and super secret laboratory of which little is known. Before the incident David was a rather ordinary and unassuming individual, but the very predilections that pushed him to work in this laboratory had begun to manifest within the off hours between work.

More often each passing week David would find himself stealing some of the company produced serum, a particular blend he had whipped up himself to transform the injected human into a proper donkey for a good half hour to an hour depending on how fast the genome sequantized within the liver. David enjoyed these little trips.

It was an open secret, hard to hide a donkey, but David operated on the rather faulty logic that he had managed to keep his little sauntering struts around the outskirts of the facility on the down low. What he did not know, is that his coworkers all had come to find out about his particular wishes. What’s more, they all had a bit of a mean streak about it.

After all, why should David get to change himself on company time? At the very least he should be paying for the serums. The cross talk had seemingly turned ever more judgmental behind his back as he hee’d and haw’d during workplace hours. A plot had been hatched, and soon enough the poor aspiring donkey would know full well what his coworkers were capable of.

Each of the five of them contributed their own little pet projects to the final tally. A smorgasbord of DNA splicing the likes of which they might be concerned about if Mister Delgado had not revealed himself to be particularly good at metabolizing these serums, as he had night after night in his own asinine way.

David just noticed the sound of their snickering over at their desks as he slyly had his machine produce what he thought was the usual donkey serum of his dreams. Another thirty minutes, maybe an hour. It felt to him as though they were beginning to catch on, if not know outright, and if that were the case he would savor it to the last. He found himself holding a syringe that seemed a bit differently colored than usual, but the way their snickering had set him off he paid it no mind.

“Sometimes,” he said to himself, squirreled away in a backroom of the facility where he would have been right to expect no cameras there as of two days ago, “I wish it’d last…”

The coworkers who had doomed him to his new life to be watched on, grinning as the needle slid into his arm, and their mysterious and manic concoction worked its way through his already altering form. Already he was beginning to turn, faster than any of them had predicted. Each of them rest assured that, should anything come of this beyond the loss of a lazy coworker, all the blow back their might be would find itself squarely targeting David and David alone, for he was the one whose company data they input when pulling each and every genome sequence for this little experiment.

“I don’t understand…” cried David, a mixture of scales, fur, and chitin broiling up within him faster than he could take his shirt off, “something… wrong…”

His thoughts grew sluggish, but there was just about everything but slug in him. He took on a quadrupedal stance, trying to keep balance, but the clawed digits were oddly trickier than hooves. The genome sequence they had concocted had done a remarkable job producing something capable of surviving despite the grab bag of DNA they had seemingly crammed in there.

David might have been distracted, but his thoughts seemed to turn towards the office, as his cock along with the rest of his body began to bulk up far more than the form he was most accustomed to visiting. That this would be a body he would stay with hardly occurred to him, he was too busy putting together that his coworkers at the lab were to blame for it all.

The five of them all exchanged concerned glances at one another when the growing beat increasingly coated in rich brown scales, fur, and chitin had begun to stomp awkwardly in their direction. They had assumed for certain that he would go running outside where he would have the room to change, but instead David clawed and stomped his way through the monotonous stream of hallways leading back to the place where he had worked all those years.

How could they betray him? He looked back over himself, his bent back arms turned forelegs forever, spiked at the elbow with external armor and capped at he end with a lizard’s strange fist. Further back along his body now was an enlarged horselike end, with hindlegs hooved in a matter most familiar. It seemed the only thing that had remained of the ass inside him was the ass at his back.

Above and about this though was something most peculiar indeed, a great thick beast of psuedo-tail that extended rather far back behind his still growing body. It lurched along with the rest of him, but it seemed if he focused he could just pick it up to more closely examine its end and find just the ovipositer he thought he felt lightly oozing at the tipmost end of that swollen heft.

David could hear with his deerlike ears the panic that was playing out on the other side of the door. His mixture of sharp teeth and mandibles curled into something approximating a smile for his new face-shape, as the last little shreds of his old life fell off of him with a shake of that bulky new chimeric body.

Reaching out with that lizard-like appendage he gripped the door handle, while his other lizardy palm pressed around about the hinges. He could feel his frontmost set of antennae brushing against the dull smells of the ceiling tiles as he reared up and back before giving the barricaded door a good shove.

Nothing. All their efforts to hold him back had amounted to zilch. The great and terrible screech of metal legged desks scratching at the floor managed to be just about the only thing that gave him pause. He didn’t have paws to give.

What he did have though was just about everything else, and a long and sizable squint and you could maybe mistake it for a donkey shaped cock if it wasn’t for all the nubs and that tapered end which dripped with cum most mutagenic. David’s offer was as simple as he had become.

Submit and join this strange and otherworldly new herd or else. All of the coworkers were far too frightened and guilty to even question what that or else was, even if it would have amounted to little more than a shove through the door. Instead each of them found themselves with abdomens up and out the way, being rapidly impregnated by the pervert who they could have simply let be.