Walk a Mile: A Friend's Fantasy
Walk a Mile: Founders' Folly
By Von Krieger
Jenny Starr sighed and glared at the television monitor, another news magazine show running an in depth look about the Revita genetic alteration process and the wonders it was doing for modern medicine. This one though was more on the elective uses, the cosmetic alterations that could be made possible. She let out a sigh of disgust as none other than Siren Sanders showed up on the screen, shot from the waist up, somehow managing to look sexy, professional, smart, and more than a little slutty all at the same time. She wasn't sure exactly how she managed to pull off a fishnet shirt and hooker heels with a labcoat, but it worked.
Siren had worked with Jenny on the Revita project, and unknown to Jenny had long since been its first human test subject. Once they managed to get it working on rats, she'd went and applied the intellect boosting process to herself, without Jenny's knowledge. After three treatments she'd gone from Jenny's equal to the head of the project. Everybody's favorite whiz kid eventually turned everybody's favorite sexy scientist.
She could remember when her colleague had been nowhere near beautiful enough to live up to her name. Plain features, acne scars, dishwater blonde hair, and a figure like a beanpole. Originally Jenny had been the attractive one, with her raven black hair and mocha skin, and ever so slightly less of a beanpole build. She'd been the one who actually had to wear a bra for pity's sake, and now Siren had made herself over into the wet dream of every man (and a few of the women) on the continent.
Just thinking of the landmass that she and fifty-million other people had been confined to all their lives, as their parents, grandparents, and several times great-grandparents had for two hundred years was maddening. It was frustrating as hell knowing what was out there, but being completely and utterly unable to act upon it. Geoterra had three large landmasses, all of them terraformed to Earthlike conditions, right down to the microscopic species living in the dirt, and all populated by volunteers for a scientific project. Five-million people on each continent, given access only to antiquated technology and knowledge. Genetically engineered, corporation owned people. Jenny absently rubbed the back of her neck, where the Asai Corporation logo naturally appeared, having been placed there by a deliberate alteration of the genomes for patterning and pigmentation. With Geoterra outside of governed space all that the corporation needed to do was set a condition for their release, and assure that it would take a bloody long time for it to come about.
Geoterra was, technically, a research colony, and the Asai Corporation had watched them bloom and prosper. Automated surveillance systems were in the skies, in the seas, even poking through the cities in the form of fist-sized spider-like robots. There seemed to be one on every street corner, and you never knew when they were watching. Thankfully the powerful electromagnets installed in the lab kept them away. They weren't needed for anything, of course, they were installed for the sole purpose of keeping corporate eyes away from the Revita project. It was something that they weren't supposed to have; alien technology.
It had seemed almost like a gift, a small cargo container designed to survive orbital re-entry. The contents had been inoperable, but the devices were reverse engineered, and the optical media was somewhat degraded, but it was simple Binary. The alphabet was a known one, but the language itself was somewhat archaic in its terminology as well not being in one of the known languages, though it seemed to have developed from the same linguistic roots as one of the scholarly languages, which was known on her continent only in its written form. Travel between continents was forbidden, and maintained by fearsome gun drones. On occasion during the stormy season an occasional ship or plane would be sent off course and the storms would mask their presence. It was a rare occasion when that happened. But it had, and it happened enough that information about the language could be gathered and compared.
Ten years later the machines could be duplicated and their function known. But getting them to actually work had taken Jenny and Siren a good eight years of their lives creating and testing an instruction set for the devices. They were, at least to the alien race that built them, simplistic nano-tech genetic resequencers. Jenny and Siren hadn't built the machines, merely found out how to program them. And thankfully the 'grey goo' problem wasn't possible. The nanites fell apart upon leaving a certain radius around the machine. It gave off some sort of radio transmission that kept the nanites holding together.
Jenny still wasn't sure how Siren had managed to get the device to enhance specific traits, but the other had. There were several thousand templates that had been made thus far, by other researchers, after Jenny and Siren had released the programming code. Intellectual property was freely shared, though the exact task that was supposed to be completed had somehow been removed from memory, the general idea was that it had something to do with technological advancement.
She let out a sigh and looked at the prototype behind her. Siren had made herself into a stunning bombshell, giving herself intelligence, beauty, charisma, and exotic looks beyond that of any normal woman. Her hair was naturally a radiant green, her eyes a shade of orange (unlike the eyes of any creature Jenny could think of), her skin an even, perfect, unmarked tan without a single blemish upon her. Her build and curves were the utmost perfection, big and generous without seeming like something only befitting a worker in the sex industry.
Another sigh escaped her lips and Jenny found herself walking towards the prototype. It wasn't approved for human use, as there had been refinements made to other devices. But it was the same one Siren had used to alter herself the first dozen or so times, so it ought to be safe enough for Jenny to use.
It wasn't fair that Siren had been able to make herself so beautiful, so charming, so outgoing and... well... perfect. They'd split the work 50-50 and the news outlets were all saying that Siren was the project lead and Jenny a mere lab assistant. It rankled her to no end. It was like they were saying that Siren had done all the work and Jenny had just taken down dictation and made coffee, all because Jenny hadn't abused the machine to make herself smarter and prettier.
She bit her lip as she turned the device on as well as its control computer. She let the machine boot up and acquire the latest template refinements and statistics. She gave a disgusted snort at the latest charts. "Siren Body Package 2.3a" had been utilized about 14,000 times on volunteers, wanting to be made all the more beautiful. Of course just below it was a program designed to remove fat, build up muscle tone, add a few inches of height, and a few inches to a certain portion of the male anatomy. You had to go down about ten places before finding the templates for cancer removal.
Jenny shook her head and decided to open her partner's personal template designs. If she wanted a better body, why not get a leg up on the competition and have the latest and greatest alterations? Despite having her intellect boosted to where IQ tests had trouble measuring accurately, Siren still used the same password she always did; "rutabaga," for as long as Jenny had known her.
There were a stunning number of folders, though the only ones that she was interested in were "Siren Body," "Siren Mind and Personality," and possibly "Siren Personal Fantasy Fulfillment."
She gritted her teeth and created a new mod profile. She couldn't see what exactly the Fantasy series contained, as each required a previous body and mind component to build on. She found herself blushing; turning beat red as she added the most recent body mod. The list of Fantasy mods reduced itself dramatically. One of them caught her eye "Dnk-Wr Final Control Mas/Pt Template 2.3 Dom."
It was the only one that had the "Final" tag, and if it was one of Siren's personal fantasies, then odds were it was going to be the most thoroughly tested of all the 'extra' templates. The body template, 2.4m, was new though the mind and personality templates seemed to be older, but Siren's leftovers would still be better than the shy, nerdy Jenny who had never had an interview because she kept turning bright red and having her throat lock up and become unable to speak at the prospect of having every word she said seen by millions upon millions of people.
She added the three templates to the 'to apply' list. The machine's central chamber opened with a hiss. Jenny contemplated adding the Fantasy template, but templates with prerequisites required profiles with completed preliminary templates in order to be viewed. It was a flaw with the system that needed to be ironed out. But it was for the best, as Jenny didn't think that it would be a good idea to apply a completely unknown template to one's self.
With that in mind she took a look at the mind and personality templates, and then groaned. Siren's programming had always been weird. She did most of it in her head, so the templates had no comments, variables named after characters in books, TV, and film, and essentially no help whatsoever to anyone looking at the data who wasn't Siren. But if she applied them to herself, odds were that there was nothing too unpleasant in there.
She added the Dnk-Wr template to a second session and then took a deep breath. She looked at the machine, down at herself, and then back at the TV, where her viridian haired partner was conducting a live interview and delighted in being fawned over by the fashion reporter. The TV had been programmed to turn to and record anything involving Siren, Jenny, or their research. Typically Jenny kept it muted.
She shook her head and began to strip. Clothes didn't really matter to the nanomachines, but changes in body shape and size in conjunction with ill-fitting clothes could easily cause discomfort, and in rare cases having the nanomachines alter the template in order to prevent said discomfort. She wasn't sure how, but somehow one of the volunteer beautification subjects ended up with a twelve inch waist. Some of the 'cosmetic' researchers were trying to figure out how to duplicate that result.
Jenny paused for a moment, still in her underwear. She opened up the body template and did a search for particular terms: Rapunzel and Snow White. Rapunzel was given the "metalliclimegreen" tag, while Snow White was listed as "TanSkin22." She did a simple find and replace, "metallicaravenblack" for what was obviously hair color. What to do for skin tone, hmm...
Well, if Siren was going to be the tanned up beach babe, she might as well go the other way. "PaleSkin00" for the replacement. The computer let out a warning chime, a message on screen informing her that PaleSkin00 had a few additional variables linked in its source file and asked Jenny if she would like to add them. She sighed, accepted, and gave the machine a few more moments to compile the new list of alterations. It beeped again and gave her another warning "Variable CS-NOVAMIN over maximum set limit 30/20, please set within limit."
Having no idea what it meant, Jenny assumed she was getting pushed over the limit by something added with the skintone additions. She sighed and replaced the instances of 30 with 20. Somewhat curious she looked up the value for CS-NOVAMAX, which was 50. That sounded fine. It was probably just a minor detail. If it was too noticeable, Jenny could simply hit the 'revert subject to default profile' button on the console and hop back in, perfectly back to normal.
With no further errors, she removed her undergarments and stepped into the machine. She closed her eyes as the door hissed shut behind her, "Okay, Siren, let's see what you've managed to cook up for me." Jenny said with a grin, the cool nanotech mist beginning to wash over her.
A pleasant tingle spread over her skin as the microscopic machines began their work, starting from the outside in, it seemed. She let out a soft sigh as she could feel herself being altered. It was subtle, a slight heat where there had been none a moment before. The alteration was subtle at first; a few pinpoint sized spots of white upon her skin. But with each passing moment the small areas began to double in size, and then double again, and again. Perhaps a minute had passed while she was in the chamber and the alteration was complete, her skin a perfect, flawless porcelain white.
Jenny looked down at her bare body with awe; she had not been expecting pure white skin. She had been thinking a normal human skin tone, IE pale and freckle, or slightly pinkish. But this? This was even better. It was something she ought to have expected, what with Siren having made her hair an outright unnatural hue. Fitting at the very thought of hair, her own scalp began to tingle. Her skin tickled as her hair began to lengthen, inch after inch after inch cascading down her back. Her hair had always been flat and kind of stringy, but now? Now it was the sort of thick, beautiful, soft, lustrous hair that one only saw in fashion shows and shampoo commercials.
A soft hiss filled the chamber as another misting of nanites joined the first. It went on for far, far longer than the first, and seemed to be colored a bit differently, more of a blue to it than the original gunmetal grey. The tiny machines swarmed over her, Jenny's skin covered in places by her miniscule cosmetic surgeons. They crept over her body, entering through her pores, through blood vessels, through any opening they could get. The tingle spread into her muscles, into her very bones. It felt like a subtle vibration throughout Jenny's entire body.
Still the mist continued; an inch or two of blue material forming upon the floor. Raw materials for the alteration of Jenny's body. The extra mass had to come from somewhere, and considering how much she needed to match Siren in height and build, the flow of mist would continue for quite some time. The 'vibration' seemed to grow in intensity, and Jenny couldn't help but feel a little bit aroused. She let out a soft gasp as a sudden sensation filled her loins, why were the nanomachines altering that particular portion of anatomy first?
Her curiosity was soon covered by a thin veil of lust as the tiny devices went to work. Altering the shape of her sex, strengthening the muscles, and... adding more nerves to it. Jenny's pleasure from the nanotech process began to increase moment by moment. A veritable tide of lubrication fluids trickled down her legs. She surpassed the point where her pleasures normally forced her to climax and Jenny dropped to her knees, not trusting herself to stay standing.
That seemed to be a mistake, as with the raw materials closer at hand the nanites increased the pace of their work, the inner vibration increasing even further. Jenny couldn't stand it a moment longer. With a needful cry she crammed two fingers into her needful sex, gasping at both the sensation and the strength of grip her inner walls exerted. Her cunny pulled at her fingers with a tugging motion that seemed almost hungry.
The blueness began to spread up and over Jenny's body, tinting her with a smooth covering of blue-grey for a moment as the nanotech began to alter her body even further, granting her the build she desired. It was like she was a balloon, slowly being inflated, feeling muscle, skin, and bone stretching slowly, sensually into its new sexy shape. She could feel herself growing, feel the nanites making her closer and closer to Siren's six foot height, perhaps even surpassing it by an inch or two. The blue material continued to flow over her, the alterations to musculature and bone structure more taxing on resources than merely elongating them. She had been stretched out vertically, now the machines were shaping her into the proper ratios.
Jenny's body quaked suddenly and she tensed. It was like all her muscles firing at once in odd directions. The nanites were in her brain, altering things. It felt... wrong. It felt like a violation of her very self, not at all like the wonderful, sexual experience the physical alterations brought. Jenny's eyes darted to the "Emergency Cancel" button upon the wall, reached out a hand to press it, and then something shifted in her mind.
She had been mentally going over the process and stages of the nanotech alteration. But that knowledge slipped away from her, replaced by something different, something utterly alien. Her scientific analysis beneath her lust had been replaced with a gleeful planning out of what sort of sexy things she was going to wear on her new, beautiful body. That startled her, and being startled startled her. She was caught halfway between personalities, between her original, and between the one imprinted upon her by the nanotech template. She found herself both fearing and embracing the alterations in her mentality.
What else was vanishing from her mind? She went frantically over lessons, formulae, programming terminology. Some of it seemed to be fuzzy, some of it strangely missing. She inched closer to the cancel button, and then once more something shifted in her mind. Suddenly everything was back in place, just as clear as it was before. It felt like moving a hard drive over to a new computer and a new operating system. All the old, familiar programs were still there, but they were running on sleeker, sexier hardware with a few new additions to come along with the upgrade. Oh gods was it ever an upgrade. Jenny couldn't imagine how she'd lived her life for so long as the shy, reclusive, almost sexless girl she had been. She gripped one of her breasts, still originally sized on her increased frame, and began to caress it. How long had it been since she enjoyed self-pleasure? Actually enjoyed it, not merely engaged in it to seemingly satisfy a biological imperative? She'd never looked upon it as fun, more as an annoyance she had to put up with. How could she ever have thought of masturbation as a chore?
Her caresses upon bosom and loins began to alter, becoming the motions of someone more intimate with the pleasures of the female body, the knowledge being added to her mind by the nanites. The vibration over her body began to slow, and then stop. Jenny almost snarled at the suddenly lack of delicious stimulation. But what bothered her the most was it leaving off with her breasts still miniscule. Then she paused and looked down at the amount of blue dust that was still upon the floor and floating in the air.
She grinned.
Oh was she ever going to put Siren to shame...
The very thought made her lust spike so deliciously...
-o-
Siren swiped her keycard in the lock, the door to the lab hissing open. She made a habit of visiting the lab before she went home for the night. In part it was vanity, wanting to have Jenny tell her how she felt the televised segments and interviews had gone, in part it was distrust, wanting to make sure her partner hadn't blown up the lab, and in part it was affection. Without Siren in the lab to remind her of the time, Jenny would often work until she fell asleep over the keyboard, or get so wrapped up in poking around with a new template that she'd forget to eat. Siren hung up her coat in the lab's little entryway before stepping into the lab proper.
Since any one of a dozen companies footed the bill for her meals at the best restaurants every few nights, she'd ordered something to bring to her friend. Oh sure, she'd likely drown it in ketchup or barbecue sauce and eat it in massive bites, but Jenny would enjoy it nonetheless.
"Jenny!" she called, striding into the office, swaying her hips perfectly, looking every bit the seductress with her clinging evening gown that exposed a wondrous amount of cleavage, her tall heels, her perfectly made up face. Siren drew in a deep breath, licking her lips, trying her best to keep her hands off herself. She was still working the bugs out of her tweaks to her mind and body. Somehow there was still a bit of a disconnect between mind and body, thinking of her altered form was not registering to her mind as being hers. Combined with her loosening of sexual morals and inhibitions, if Siren's mind wandered on the topic of her body, she began to have lesbian fantasies about herself. She took a deep breath to help clear her mind, and detected a sweet scent upon the air. If anything it made her slight arousal somewhat worse. The scent was coming from the lab, "Jenny, try to remember that I keep my pheromone samples and my perfume samples right nex..."
She paused as she entered the lab. The sight that greeted her was of a stunningly gorgeous figure with skin the color of snow and beautiful ebon hair without a stitch of clothing, pleasuring herself with one of the office chairs. Not on, with. She was positioned in a sort of crouch, one leg on the ground, the other upon the seat of the chair, the arm crammed into her sex. She was also sucking lustily on a test tube.
"J-J-Jenny?" she stammered, awed, baffled, and more than a little aroused by the sight.
The gothic goddess drew in a deep breath, like a dreamer forcibly awakened from slumber. She fixed red eyes upon Siren and grinned. She crept forward, gasping as the chair arm left her sex with a wet sucking sound.
"Mmm... my apologies for starting without you. I just got so worked up about the very thought of you and I, together, your lips against mine, and not the ones you kiss with," Jenny said, grinning. Siren had been expecting pointed teeth, but thankfully there were none.
"Dammit, Jenny," she said softly, still awed by the sight of the naked women before her. Though Jenny had been altered, Siren could still see her friend's features in her new form. But she also recognized something of herself. They would likely be confused for sisters on the street, perhaps even twins if it weren't for their differences in coloration. "What have you done to yourself?"
Jenny chuckled, looking down over her voluptuous body. She grinned, "Do you like it? Because I know I do. I absolutely love it! No wonder you're always running off and leaving me all alone in the lab. I can't imagine being cooped up in here eighteen hours a day when I feel like this. Gods, I want to experience everything, men, women, hell a horse cock would feel utterly delightful right now." She licked her lips, "But I'll gladly have fun with you instead, Siren."
The almost vampiric Jenny sighed happily, openly leering at her friend's body, "We're perfect," she said, taking a step forward, "Why did I wait so long to do this, hmm? So much wasted time that could be better spent having fun."
The sweet scent on the air was growing stronger, and it almost had Siren in a lustful daze. She couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to have some fun with Jenny, just like she'd had some fun with the cute reporter in the restaurant bathroom. It was then that something clicked in Siren's mind.
"Oh you didn't!" she said through clenched teeth, striding over to the nanotech capsule command console. "You did!" she said with a sound that was half disgusted snort, half triumphant laugh.
"Dammit, I should have just copied over the files from Pale00 and spent the five minutes renaming directory paths..." she spun and glared at Jenny, "I was making a "Vampire Temptress" template for a donor who wanted to..."
Jenny was quite a bit closer than Siren had expected, close enough to wrap her pale arms around Siren's frame and pull her into a passionate kiss. It made Siren's legs go all wobbly, and it was only Jenny's embrace keeping her standing. Her head swam as she felt herself growing all the more needful. Eventually Jenny broke the kiss and Siren could think again.
"Mmm... gods... I need to tone that down..." she gasped before regaining her composure.
"Okay, Jenny, I need you to calm down right now, okay? You've got some templates interacting in a bad way. Have you stopped thinking about sex since the process started?"
That was enough to give Jenny pause. "N-no. I just figured that it was a lifetime of unexplored opportunities and desires making themselves known. But who cares? I love this..."
The touch of Jenny's lips upon Siren's neck was nearly enough to make her go all weak-kneed again. She bit her tongue and shoved her friend away. "Seriously, I mean it. There's probably a double variable addition between templates. Something arousal related. Did you get an error message?"
Jenny took a few steps back, taking a few deep breaths, trying to control herself, "Yeah, CSNOVAMIN. It was set at thirty."
Siren winced, "Dammit, that's essentially minimum arousal and it factors in to some other equations on sexual inhibition and morality. Dammit, I must've multiplied by three that in the Vamp template instead of added three. What did you put it at?"
Jenny grinned, "Twenty."
Siren's eyes widened, "Shit. I'm an eight. You remember Beverly Comfort who lived on our floor that one year in college? The one that would fuck virtually anybody that made eye contact with her and bought her a drink? She'd be a thirteen."
Jenny grinned and let out a deep breath, "I'm fine with that. I love the way I feel right now. I don't want to settle for anything less. C'mon..." she crept forward again, running her fingertips through Siren's bottle green hair, "you know you want to fuck."
Siren let out a soft cry as her arousal surged to nearly intolerable levels, "Oh I didn't! No way I could've...!" she gasped, and then let out a needful moan as she collapsed back, just barely catching herself on the computer desk behind her.
"Did what, Siren?" Jenny purred, slipping her hands beneath Siren's gown, running her tongue over her neck.
"I forgot to give myself immunity to this sort of thing," she said with a wince, unable to stop herself from answering.
"What sort of thing?" Jenny asked, slipping the gown's straps down, gently coaxing it from her partner's body.
"I put in a few small mental tags into the body templates once I was asked to design something for public usage. Anyone who uses one of my body templates responds well to suggestions from anyone with a designated M body template. I'm using 2.3m, I was going to upgrade myself to 2.4m once I'd gotten a few things worked out with this one. Like an idiot, I left the tag in for 2.3." Siren said through clenched teeth.
Jenny grinned widely, a predatory grin. "So you have to do what I say?"
"N-not quite. I j-just am exc..." she let out a soft cry as Jenny planted a kiss upon her loins as she knelt down and began removing Siren's shoes. "Exceptionally likely to act on any request or statement involving me in the most positive way. J-Jen, you need to get in the tube now. We need to fix you."
"I don't believe that I need to be fixed, Siren. I feel wonderful, I feel sexy, and I feel powerful. I'm not going to lose those feelings, ever."
"I don't want you to lose them either, but your sex drive is too strong, coupled with your... control... you could almost enslave anyone who has a body template," Siren said softly, hating herself for her mistakes.
Jenny ran a hand over Siren's cheek, "And what if I made you want to be enslaved, hmm? Could I do that?"
Siren lowered her gaze, "Y-yes. Yes you could. But please... don't."
"I don't think I need to, Siren. I can smell how lustful you are. If I can make you climax, you'll be mine anyway," she purred.
Siren arched her back, the words sinking in, making them true. She cried out as a surge of pleasure shot through her. It would feel so good to give in, to obey...
With a cry of effort she pushed herself off of the desk, pushing Jenny along with her, both of them ending up in the nanotech chamber, the door hissing shut behind them.
"Oh you didn't!" Siren whispered, "Tell me you didn't queue up another template."
Jenny grinned, with her lover now captive within the chamber; there would be no escape from her lusts. She held Siren against the walls as the hiss of nanotech mist filled the chamber. She slipped her fingers into Siren's sex, the sensations eliminating any thoughts of rebellion from her new pet. Just a few more moments and Siren would be hers. Jenny would be the one in charge, and Siren would be looked upon as the assistant.
"I did. DKY-WR Final... something..." Jenny murmur, lowering her head, wanting to tease Siren's perfect breast with her tongue.
"Oh no..." Siren whispered, "No, no, no. On top of the temptress template... oh gods, doubling up on the control variables... no one would be able to resist you."
The now familiar tickle of the nanites spread over Jenny's body, their subtle vibration sorely missed. Her skin tickled... no, it wasn't quite that, it was a bit deeper. The nanites crept into her once more, lurking just below the surface, altering things, changing things, making Jenny even better than before. No matter what she became, she would love it; embrace it, if only because Siren didn't want her to have it. Siren hadn't wanted her to have anything wonderful like this; she'd kept it to herself.
"And you most of all," Jenny said with a chuckle as pale grey fur spread over her body. "Considering this is a fantasy of yours. Pray tell, what is it my little pet?" Jenny let out a soft sigh as the tickle of growing fur ceased, the nanites beginning to work themselves deeper. Once more they were all over her body, but they seemed to be clustered this time, within her belly, upon her legs, at the spine of her spine, within her fingers, ears, and face.
Siren flushed a deep crimson at the command. Despite the order she held her tongue, this particular fantasy being somewhat... juvenile. Beneath her. It was almost childish the way she'd thought of using it. She watched as her mis... her friend changed, her ears elongating, gaining muscles upon her head to move them around. Jenny's fingers within Siren seemed to shift, growing thicker, merging into a single digit. Siren knew that there would be three on each hand, each tipped with a thick black nail. Not quite human, but certainly not the forelimbs of a quadrupedal creature; a sort of compromise between man and beast, halfway in between. Tears leaked from her eyes as she cursed herself. She was actually enjoying this, actually turned on by the thought of fucking what her friend was becoming.
Jenny let out a giggle as her new tail sprouted from the base of her spine; grey furred like the rest of her, with a black tuft on the end. It hung down well past her knees, stopping just shy of her ankles. She stopped her licks and kisses to stare back at it. Jenny looked down at her hand, back at her tail, over the her grey furry body and grinned.
"Meagan Custer, the most foulmouthed daughter of a megachurch preacher I've ever seen." Jenny said in comprehension. "What was it she used to say?"
She slipped her fingers from her pet, bringing them up, holding them tantalizingly close to Siren's lips, waiting until they parted before licking them clean, teasing her even more. Jenny could feel the nanites working within her belly, upon her loins. There was a feeling of gentle, downward motion. She placed her hoof-hands upon Siren's shoulders, coaxing her down that way as well.
For a few moments Jenny needed Siren to support her as the nanomachines took the opportunity to reform her legs. Lengthening the ankle, shortening the calf, merging all the toes into a single, shiny black hoof. Jenny grinned, showing off blocky equine teeth, her face beginning to push outward into a muzzle. She felt a strange stirring in her aching loins as the nanites began to further alter her sex.
"What was it she used to say about lesbians, dear Siren?" Jenny demanded, Siren now down on her knees. The green haired girl couldn't help but lick her lips. Jenny's alteration was nearly complete now, the pheromones that triggered obedience in Siren too strong to overcome.
She gulped as she saw the change beginning to take place, hating herself for the lust that filled her loins and the saliva that filled her mouth. "She said "I'd rather suck a donkey's dick than sleep with another woman."
"Mmm... and she's on the list, isn't she? Recipient of one of your body templates, yes?" Jenny said with a grin, her words a bit thick until her jaw finished reforming, halfway between a human face and a donkey's muzzle. The flow of lubrication from her loins had stopped for a few moments as her sex was sculpted into something new; her lips tugging downward, becoming a loose sack, soon filled with baseball sized testes. A new structure pushing out of the former opening, just as thick and sensitive as her sex had been, now tinted black, now more solid.
It grew and grew, longer, thicker, taking on the proper shape; a flat, trumpet-shaped head, a thick ring in the middle, its entire eighteen inch length emerging from a grey furred sheath.
"So you figured, why not make her do both at the same time?" Jenny whispered, stroking her new length. Her equine phallus ached, demanding far more attention than her pussy ever had. She needed to put it in something oh so badly.
"Y-yes..." Siren said softly, dreamily, licking her lips.
Jenny smiled, stroking her pet's emerald hair. Siren needed some additions, cute pointed ears, soft brown fur, a pair of properly sexy hooves.
"But I'm guessing you wanted more than that?" she said softly, letting out a soft moan as Siren began to caress the shaft without having to be told.
"I... I wanted to make her long for something like that. To beg and plead to be made like this. Not entirely. I just wanted her to beg me to give her ears and a tails, hooves..." she looked so embarrassed and ashamed.
"And?" Jenny cooed, the very thought of transforming Siren into a half-human half-donkey like herself so very arousing. Her new length erupted with precum, drenching Siren's perfect tits with the glistening slickness.
Siren seemed to be fighting with all the resistance she could muster, slowly moving to sandwich Jenny's manhood between her breasts. But she couldn't help it; she'd designed the fantasy, only to have the roles turned around on her. She couldn't help but open her lips, leaning down closer and closer to the sweet, hot, delicious shaft before her.
"And a donkey dick of her very own. No feminine genitals remaining. So she would always be, in a way, having gay sex. And so she... she..." Siren could no longer resist, giving into her urges, she took in her mistress' cock to the hilt, pleasuring it like a pro.
"So she could suck donkey dick whenever she wanted." Jenny finished, stroking her pet's hair, sighing happily as the last of the nanotech faded.
"Once we're done exploring my new body, little pet, we're going to be writing a new template for you. To give you exactly what you want. Donkey ears, a tail, hooves, and most importantly, a dick. I'll even let you make it so you can have control over others, but not as strong as mine. And then? Then we'll go pay Little Miss Meagan a visit, letting you play the part you've been dreaming about." Jenny said trailing off into pleasured moans and brays.
She grabbed Siren's head, thrusting as hard as she could into her pet's eager maw as her hard-on erupted for the first time, flooding Siren's throat with her thick, bestial seed. She quickly withdrew, letting the rest splatter onto her pet's perfect body, the pearlescence gleaming, glistening, looking so right upon her tanned skin.
"And then once we're done, once she's begged to be like us... I think we might visit a few sexy celebs on that list. Gods, I can think of a few dozen hotties I'd like to cram full of donkey cock for a few hours, before letting them join in on the fun. How would you like that, my pet?"
Siren looked up at her mistress with a lustful gleam in her eyes and a predatory grin upon her face, "I'd just love it, mistress."