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Pangotwins (SynTech)

By Danath

Written during the SynTech Corporate Recruitment Drive #1, 7/6/18

Jesse, Zander, and Darwen © Darwen (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/darwentheorca)

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The two new associate researchers sat in the small waiting room outside the vice president's office. He was in charge of the Morphsuit Research and Development Labs at SynTech. From the rumors both Jesse and Zander heard about him, he ran his department with exacting efficiency. Their new jobs were to finalize the Gen3 suit for wide release. It was close to being done, but there was a still a ways to go, so extra scientists and engineers were being hired throughout the division.

The tall, black-furred otter behind the desk to the side of the wide doors leading into the main office glanced up at them once in a while. He'd already brought them coffee earlier. When the door finally opened, he nodded at the German Shepherd-taur that strutted out.

"Here's the paperwork for you to sign to begin your new position," the otter said, handing the large taur a pen.

Jesse and Zander couldn't help but stare at the huge canine's impressive build, especially the curiously metallic-looking nuts stretching apart her hind legs.

"And… there we go! Thanks!"

The canine-taur waved a forepaw at the otter before trotting out the door and into the hallway, leaving a trail of clear goo on the floor as she went from the permanently leaking maleness running up her underside.

Jesse and Zander glanced at each other. It wasn't such an unusual sight considering where they worked, so neither mentioned it otherwise. The otter glanced at them again.

"Mr. Darwen will see you now."

The two stood up and walked through the open doors together. Unlike the sterile white walls of the reception room, the vice president's office had walls covered in expensive paneling and framed paintings. The floor featured hardwood and a lush oval carpet. A massive wooden desk occupied much of the back of the large rectangular room, behind which sat the vice president himself.

He stood up as the two humans entered and smiled.

"Welcome to the team! I'm excited to have you in my labs!" he said. "Please, have a seat!"

A huge arm with shiny black skin gestured towards the plush chairs on the other side of the desk from him. The black skin ended at the orca's forearms, with smooth white around his wrists and hands like gloves. The orca's huge shoulders stretched out the suit jacket clinging to his sides, partly hiding the red button-up shirt that stretched over and around a pair of large breasts. A panel of white ran up his neck and spread across his lower jaw, while the traditional black wrapped around his head and spread across his backside. A large triangular fin about a foot long pressed through specially-tailored slits in the suit and shirt between his shoulder blades.

As he leaned over the desk, large hand extended, he shook each of the human's hands before settling back into his chair. Neither Jesse nor Zander missed the thick maleness squeezed into the muscular orca's black slacks. It was big enough to squeeze upwards against the fabric of the red shirt straining around the muscular belly, large and round, protruding outwards from beneath the healthy orbs above.

"You've both been shown your workspaces and signed all your paperwork?" the orca asked.

"Yes, sir," Zander said. He was tall, though nowhere near the height of the seven and a half foot tall orca. The human had a reasonably fit build and wore a polo shirt and black pants.

"The work stations are amazing. All the latest tech," Jesse said. She was a few years older than Zander and previously worked in SynTech's manufacturing department producing packaging for bottled drinks and spirits.

"Good. And you've been briefed on your first project?"

"We're going to work on correcting the faults happening in the information buffer subroutines of the Gen3s," Zander said. "Something is causing communication lapses and leading to reduced reaction times."

"Exactly. I've got six different teams on this one problem and you're the seventh. I expect solutions, and soon."

"Yes, sir!" both humans said, reacting to the orca's relaxed, commanding tone of voice.

"Good. I'll check in on the two of you towards the end of the day, but get yourselves acquainted with the suit and issue. Any questions?"

"No, sir," Jesse said. "Thanks again for this great opportunity!"

"Don't let me down."

The last sentence was obvious their dismissal, so Jesse and Zander got out of the chairs and retreated from the office as the orca focused his attention on the latest reports coming in from his massive research division.

The otter in the secretary's office smiled at them as they left, and before they knew it, they were elbow deep in computers and tablets, trying to get caught up on years of research and developments to the Gen3 morphsuits.

By the time lunch rolled around, they were pitching ideas and action plans and what they wanted to test first. They met a few other of their coworkers in the cafeteria, where they both grabbed quick pre-made sandwiches and bottles of tea.

A surprising number of the researchers, scientists, engineers, and other employees in the Morphsuit R&D Division of SynTech were otters, but everyone was friendly and pleasant. Jesse found herself chatting with a busty otter in a yellow polo and white skirt at the water cooler along the back wall.

"Oh, yes, this is a great department," the otter said, smiling. "The vice president is just the best."

"Is he a hands-on leader?"

"Oh, very. You know, I think he's had personal conversations with just about every single person who works for him. Very caring."

The effusive praise didn't seem strange to Jesse, but the way the otter's eyes glazed ever so slightly, the way her breathing increased in pace, and the very noticeable swelling in the front of her dress as she spoke about the muscular orca did. Jesse tried to pick her words carefully.

"So you'd never transfer out?"

"Oh, no! Of course not! The vice president is very good to us here."

"Uh huh…"

Back at the table, Zander's conversation with a lean palomino-colored stallion went along much the same lines. The equine's eyes glazed over at the mention of Darwen's name and a torrent of eager praise bubbled from his lips.

Zander and Jesse returned to their workstations a little weirded out, but maybe it was that the two people in the break room had crushes on the handsome orca or something. Zander could certainly understand that - the big male's powerful arms and huge trunk, plus the sizeable breasts, added up to an incredible package. He flushed a little as he thought about the red shirt stretching across the smooth white orbs, pushing his fingers down into the black slacks, squeezing the bulge inside…

"Ahem," came a polite cough.

"Oh, sorry! Sorry!"

Zander returned his attention to his work. He and Jesse carefully soldered some new components into the control unit for a Gen3 prototype. Previous teams tried this approach to regulate the interference, but they hadn't disabled the cross-channel limiters or upped the frequency of the current. With these tweaks, Jesse was confident they could get the job done in a single day, but Zander was less sure. He was trying to remember something he'd read a long time ago in a technical journal about interference patterns, but it eluded him.

"Okay… let's put them on and give it a shot!" Jesse said, placing her soldering iron back in its holder.

The suits were black and felt similar to a wetsuit, but thinner. They were a clear upgrade from the earlier Gen1 models, with seamless vulcanized stitching to form true unibody construction. They were always on, so as soon as a person pulled it over their arms, it went to work and sized itself to fit every time. A very clever automatic process that made getting into one a snap.

Within minutes, Jesse and Zander sealed each other up after putting their clothes back on over top of the suits. They held their control pads and tapped at them, finalizing the programs. Zander pulled the first file he'd come across in the shared resources server - a pangolin model - which would serve their purposes in testing the cross-suit connections. The Gen3s could share information between them, but the glitch corrupted most of the data, limiting its usefulness. If they could figure it out, the suits could transform brain wave patterns into decoded electrical impulses, allowing a rudimentary form of telepathy - and the ability to feel what another person felt.

A few more taps and the process began. The two human's bodies, completely surrounded and squeezed by the clinging fabric of the Gen3 suits, shivered and pulsed as rigid outcroppings of large plate scales formed across their shoulders. Miniscule around their elongated noses and narrow muzzles, the scales got larger as they overlaid up the bridges of their mouths and between their eyes, before covering their backsides and hips as well. The plates were flexible, allowing them a full range of movement, and even covered the large tails that formed from the back of their hips.

The insides of their arms, thighs, and torsos were smooth, almost like supple leather, and colored a dark brown shade, matching the glossy scales layered over their skin. The scales were dark at the front, but lightened in a ridge around the edges, adding plenty of movement and interest to their bodies as they walked back and forth between the tables, checking readouts and preparing for the second part of the experiment.

"Hey, check this out," Zander said. The pangolin grinned as he stuck out his tongue. It went on and on and on, even looping around on itself in midair. It must have reached at least four feet in length before the whole pink muscle slurped back up between the anteater's lips.

"Someone must have been having fun with this model," Jesse said. She tested her tongue as well and found it just as long as Zander's. The pangolin's chest pressed outwards against her shirt, but was still the same size as before - the extra scales filled the space inside their pants and shirts, stretching them out. "Anyways, let's get going. I have a good feeling about this."

"If you say so… I'm concerned the high frequency will cause a feedback loop."

"You worry too much. Okay, here we go… program is set… interface is open… connection is… now."

The male and female pangolins stabbed their fingers onto their electronic pads simultaneously. The next moment, their tablets clattered onto the floor and they grasped at their heads. The computer screens around the workspace flickered and buzz. A monitor exploded for no obvious reason as the lights flashed on and off. Smoke rose from a bank of computers along the wall as the two pangolins fell to the tile floor and writhed. A fire alarm rang out in the room before it, too, shorted out, though a secondary silent alarm system triggered an alert that went straight to the top of the department.

Jesse - or was it Zander? - could feel an intense painful spike in her temples, like something stabbed her. Zander's hands squeezed as the intense pain became unbearable. Jesse's legs kicked as her scales dragged across the floor, shredding through her skirt and blouse. Zander's eyes rolled into the back of his head.

Simultaneously, they both let out a cry. The computer screens on their tablets flashed green a moment later, as the echoes of their screams still rang through the room. Neither moved as a "Data Transfer in Progress" notice appeared on the two tablets.

Zander's head hurt all the more as memories that weren't his own flooded into his brain. He could remember growing up in the house with his parents even though he was raised by his grandparents. His best friend growing up was Jeffy, a Dalmatian, not a gazelle named Lydia. What was going on?

Thinking was impossible. The flood of information was too much. The suit buzzed and crackled as arcs of electricity rolled down their arms and legs and chests. Jesse clutched at her head and face, trying to get the foreign ideas and information out, trying not to think at all as memories of playing football and watching a porno appeared in her mind's eye.

The screens on their tablets changed as the supercomputers along the wall smoked even more. The one on the end burst into flames. Scorch marks ran along the walls, burning out the fragile circuits of the security camera system as more screens popped out and glass shattered.

"Data Transfer Complete. Beginning Synchronization."

Jesse and Zander's arms and legs went stiff. They lay perfectly still, eyes glazing over and seeing nothing. Assuming exactly the same posture and position on the floor, the two could only shiver and shudder as the suits crackling energies rippled up and down their bodies.

The physical differences were, of course, the most noticeable at first. Jesse was female, Zander male. But as the synchronization process continued, it became less and less clear. Zander's chest pillowed outwards, showing plush and smooth breasts through the tatters of his button-up shirt. Between Jesse's legs, the pangolin's new male bulge pushed free of her torn skirt and flopped over her stomach, the same as Zander's. Their arousals were perfect copies of each other and growing fast.

The slight differences in scale color disappeared as their shoulders and torsos expanded. Jesse's chest was certainly not lacking before, but the former human's new bosoms put them to shame, nearly three times the size by the time they were done fleshing out and filling in. The tatters of their torn clothes hung from the fat nubs capping each, the teats being a darker brown color than the lighter supple skin covering them.

Zander's hips widened to match Jesse's as their physical appearances got more and more similar. Additional muscle formed in their arms and legs, allowing them to more easily carry around the plus-sized endowments. Jesse, originally the shorter of the two, grew a few inches taller, reaching five and a half feet, while Zander shrunk dramatically, with all the extra mass he lost going into his new endowments.

It took less than ten minutes for the transformation to finish. Another supercomputer died, burning out and smoking as the hard drives inside clattered and shattered. The lights went out as circuits fried throughout the room. Only their tablets provided any light as the screen cleared and showed one phrase:

"Synchronization Complete."

Neither of the newly changed pangolins moved for a few minutes after that as the adjustment to more than the physical changes came slow. Eventually, however, they sat up, mimicking the motions of the other pangolin, simultaneously rubbing their temples, cupping their breasts, and eventually getting to their feet. Their movements mirrored each other perfectly the whole time.

"Wait a minute," they both said. "Where's… why am I…"

The stereo speaking was a little disconcerting, to say the least.

"I'll stop talking so I can talk first," both pangolins said. "No, I'll go second, I'll go first."

Two pairs of clear green eyes blinked slowly.

"I'm me," they both said, "and I'm me too."

All of the sudden, both bodies moved to the side, jumping unexpectedly. They stared at each other, thinking hard, before they both took a sudden step backwards.

"Am I copying me or am I copying me?" they asked. "I'm me. Not me. Me. I can remember… wait…"

A look of confusion crossed two identical, narrow, tightly scaled muzzles.

"If I'm me, then who am I?"

The two pangolins reached for the tablets on the floor simultaneously, picked them up, and tapped away, bringing up the steady flow of information updates from the diagnostic app.

"Look! This says… I'm me?"

They showed each other their pads, but the information both suits were generating was identical.

One of the pangolins grabbed a wand-like tool from a workbench while the other pangolin picked up a few gel-pads and stuck them to her forehead. Without having to speak a word to each other, the two pangolins quickly measured their brain waves and compared them.

"But… if I'm me, how can I be me too?" they asked. "I went to Northland High School. And I went to Jones Preparatory Academy. But I didn't go to Jones! I went to Northland!"

The pangolins stared at each other.

"Synchronization!" they said, reaching a single conclusion. "I'm one person! I have memories from both but I'm not them. I'm me! How can I be me?"

The two pangolins tapped away at the pads, trying to figure out what went wrong. With two educations, two intelligences, and two personalities recombined and reconstituted into a single consciousness controlling both bodies, however, the solution came quickly.

"The feedback loop transcended the buffer and entered the communication channels!" the pangolins said. "It overrode the protocols and instituted an emergency recovery. And when it couldn't find the backups, it had to take the last-known data, which was when I was linked to myself!"

"Of course!" the pangolins continued, their twin voices ringing out in the lab. "What an oversight! No wonder the suits wouldn't work even with the frequency raised. The feedback loop would do what it did to me to any pairing people."

The door slammed open, revealing several technicians and researchers who had been trying to get the magno-locked door unjammed ever since the alarms went off. The otters and other species in the front who managed to open the door stepped to the sides, revealing the vice president's imposing figure in the hallway behind them, arms crossed over his heavy chest as he waited impatiently. The orca's broad muzzle smirked when he saw the tattered shreds of clothing barely concealing the well-endowed pangolin twins.

"Okay, people, looks like there's nothing to worry about here," the vice president said, his voice calm and deep.

Instantly the eyes of everyone in the hallway but the orca himself glazed over. More than a few of the assembled otters and various other species showed signs of immediate arousal.

"Good work getting the door open. Thanks, but I'll take it from here."

The orca's large white-gloved hand reached out and smacked the rump of a curvy otter before he stepped inside the room and closed the door. Turning to the pangolins, the seven and a half foot tall orca nodded towards the ruined equipment.

"Disabled the safeties and got hit by the feedback, huh?"

"Yes," the two pangolins said. "How'd you know?"

"That was one theory I had about this glitch."

"And you didn't warn me?"

The orca reached for the pocket of his slacks. His large fingers slid inside and came out with a smartphone. The black and white mammal tapped the screen as his long, finned tail slid back and forth behind him.

"I wanted to see if my theory was right."

"Well, it was! I'm not me anymore, I'm me!"

"I could see that as a little confusing, sure," Darwen murmured, eyes focused on his smartphone. "Ah, there you are… I'm just updating your employee profile. How's Jezza sound?"

The pangolins blinked in unison.

"I feel like you're not taking this situation seriously," she said from two mouths.

"I take my employee's happiness very seriously, thank you very much," the orca replied. "There, all updated. Don't worry, you'll still get the same salaries as you got before."

The vice president put his phone on the table before slipping his large suit coat off his broad shoulders and muscular arms, revealing more of the taut red shirt straining to cover his prodigious chest. He laid the coat on the table before picking up his phone.

"By the way… how was the coffee earlier? Good?"

The big orca's finger tapped the screen once more, activating the specialized subroutines the orca backdoored into the base-level operating code in the Gen3 morphsuits (but not the orca's own, of course, as his was far superior to the new Gen3s…). The program overrode several suit safeties and forced a variety of the pangolin's mirrored synapses to fire off neurons in specific orders, inducing one final change in personality. It was a subtle thing, nothing dramatic, nothing like out of 1950s horror movie. The orca grinned as the two pangolins stared at him, already growing aroused, just as they'd been programmed. Every employee in his division experienced a rush of pleasure and heat whenever thinking about the vice president. Managing was all about relationships and he always had very, very good relationships with his staff.

The pangolins' glazed over eyes stared at the orca, trying to focus. On cue, their twin arousals lifted upwards, brushing through the scraps of clothing that was that only thing allowing Darwen to tell them apart at all. Their broad tails, three-quarters the size of their hips at the bases, tapered slowly to points behind them as they stepped towards the huge, muscular male, paws reaching out as one.

"Nnnnnnhhhhh…" they groaned in perfect harmony.

"Don't worry - after the first time, it's not so intense," the orca said, his low voice amused by the dual reaction. "Now let's get your employee training finished properly."

The orca's large bosoms spread out of his shirt as he pulled the fabric apart, sending buttons flying. The expensively tailored fabric ripped down the back and fell to the floor as the two pangolins pressed in against his hard gut, sharp clawed fingers stroking and petting the round muscular abdomen. Darwen grinned wider yet as he found he was having trouble getting his pants off with the two eager pangolins squeezing in against him. It was unusual how they were doing everything at the same time, but also kind of interesting. A new brain for two bodies would take a little getting used to, but Jezza appeared to be handling it well, especially now that she was under the influence of the orca's insidious, friendly little mind control machines.

"That's it… that's… oh, my…" Darwen's eyes closed as two long tongues slid out across his great swath of white-skinned belly. The powerful pink muscles left a trail of saliva as they traveled upwards, sweeping across his smooth hide and wrapping entirely around each fat breast. The tips of the twin tongues teased at his plump nipples until they hardened into taut little nubs, all while their claws and fingers reached for his thighs and stomach.

Darwen finally managed to tug his pants down, revealing the male bulge stretching outwards in his tight black underwear. The white insides of his thighs weren't visible even when the underwear slid down because of the huge, churning orbs that hung nearly to his knees. The fat pole jutting from his hips was smooth and black, a rich onyx from the base to the crown, but the tip was capped in white, so that as clear pre-cum rolled down the urethra, it glistened at the junction of the two colors.

The orca groaned as his arousal grew. Between his thighs, his aching pussy dripped honey, matching the intense arousal in his long, fat stalk. The two pangolins were equally aroused, showing their impressive malenesses could reach right up to the large dark brown nipples on the round swells of their chests.

"Nnngghhhh… I feel… so good," Jezza gasped, the words coming out of both pangolins' mouths once more.

"You're gonna enjoy this even more," Darwen grunted.

A large white hand reached out and wrapped around the right-hand pangolin's bicep and pulled her around behind him. The other pangolin took a few steps, almost mimicking the stumbling motion of the other, before a combined look of understanding crossed their faces.

"I think it's hard to," said one pangolin.

"Control both bodies independently," said the other.

"But it's getting a little easier."

"If I.

"Practice. Mff!"

Their practice was interrupted by the big orca leaning forward and stretching his fingers around the pangolin's scaled heads. Both of the big male's biceps bulged as his breasts hung lower over his thick gut, while his tail flipped up to reveal his tight ring and wet pussy. The orca's hands dragged the two pangolins in closer before they realized what he wanted and eagerly set to it.

Long red tongues slicked out between the orca's white and black legs. One four-foot appendage wrapped around the big male's incredible sac, massaging and slathering the pulsing orbs. The other tongue teased his feminine lips, flicking the tip across the nub at the top of the slit before sliding flat and pressing in, spreading the orca open.

"Rrrrrhhhhhhhyeah," the orca said, his voice a growl of approval. "That's… that's it…"

Powerful hamstrings and calf muscles strained outwards as the twin tongues, encouraged by his groans, continued to explore his large and muscular form. One of the tongues managed to wrap around the base of his cock and his sac, squeezing firm enough to act almost like a cockring, while the other slipped deeper into his fiery red feminine sex, tasting him as the appendage stroked the inner walls.

Darwen's hand squeezed around the tip of his cock, stroking the upper portion of his fat stalk as the pangolin's claws tickled down the lower half. He grunted, legs stretching wider, as the pangolin behind him got her nose right up between his thighs, really diving deep over the next several minutes.

The two eager employees, both fully aroused themselves, grunted and moaned in unison as their fingers slipped across their malenesses or dove between their thighs. Pleasuring the orca brought them an incredible pleasure all its own - a good source of encouragement to keep doing whatever the orca wanted them to. And as those four-foot tongues stretched tighter and farther over the orca's belly, his breasts, wriggling deep inside his aching pussy, and even teasing at the slit of his pulsing, spurting shaft, Darwen couldn't be happier with the results of his latest experiment…

The next day…

"And so I'm happy to report the new Gen3's communication glitch has finally been solved thanks to new employee Jezza, everyone!"

Darwen, fully clothed, stood in front of a group of employees in the small cafeteria that served the morphsuit labs. On either side of him, a perky, big-hipped pangolin leaned back, supporting themselves with their powerful, scaled tails, using them as seats. Each pangolin looked identical to the other and wore the same clothes - a button-up shirt and a short green skirt that clung to every curve of her scaled bodies.

"Thanks, Darwen! I'm just so happy to be part of the team!" the pangolins said in stereo. "I'm going to do my best to keep making you proud!"

"That's the spirit!" the orca said, addressing the dazed, mostly aroused audience of faithful employees. "The rest of you can go back to work. Jezza, I'd like to get another debrief from you in my office…"

The pangolins slid closer to the orca as he walked, eyes glazing as they pressed into the hard sides of the vice president's prominent and muscular belly.

"Yes, Daddy. I mean, Darwen."

The end