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Well, he wasn't going to get anywhere tossing and turning all night. Cherno's insomnia was frustrating in just how unnecessary it was. There wasn't anything keeping him up at night but for his own body's steadfast refusal to shut down at the end of the day. No matter how long he spent pushing thoughts out of his mind, or listening to relaxing music, drinking soothing herbal teas. None of it worked, and he was getting desperate for a good night's sleep.

Turning to some kind of prescription seemed like a bad idea though. He didn't want to get hooked on pills or something. So instead he just went ahead and perused the local natural medicine shop. Which felt a whole lot like a snake oil emporium to him. No offence to the snakes he knew. How were a bunch of herbs and oils supposed to help exactly? Yet despite his skepticism, he had walked out of there with a bottle of some kind of natural sleep remedy that the cashier had recommended with her steadfast guarantee. He had also signed up for their newsletter. She was a very persuasive pantheress.

Even with the promise of results, he found himself wary of that bottle. For one, he didn't even know what was in it. Natural ingredients? That could have been anything. And for another, the black cat at the till was almost strangely insistent that he go home with it that very night. She was friendly about it and all, but he had been pretty much ready to leave without buying anything before she got her hooks in him. He had never thought of himself as the type to give in when a pretty woman wanted him to do something, but he had. Something about the exchange left him with a lingering sense of dissatisfaction.

He he hadn't wanted to buy this mystery bottle of stuff. But he already had. So he might as well try it out. His eyes hurt and his head was throbbing. All he wanted to do was lay his head down and wake up feeling decent. One gulp of that neutral-tasting something and he had his doubts. It could have just been slightly flavoured water for all he knew. Though he did feel a little more relaxed. A little less irritated and hyper-aware. Tentative, he climbed into bed and stretched himself up, staring at the ceiling. His eyelids were soon fluttering.

In less than a minute, he was blissfully dreaming. Getting a long, relaxing slumber, just like his body needed. His dreams were pleasant and not a single thing could have disturbed him. He probably could have slept through an earthquake at that point. And when he awoke, he was immediately relieved and content. Blinking awake with a rejuvenated feeling running through his veins, ready to leap up out of be and face the day.

Except, he wasn't in his bed. He was somewhere else entirely. What he thought was sunlight through his window wasn't even natural light at all, but rather the faint glare from a distant bulb hanging from the ceiling. He was surrounded by various blinking machines, each of them humming and buzzing. He had no idea what they were for but they looked vaguely medical. And he was stretched out across a broad table. When he tried to shift position to get a better look, he found himself restrained.

His eyes took some time in adjusting to the dim light, but he eventually managed to see he was tied right down with thick straps binding his wrists and ankles. When he tugged against their grip, he got nothing more than the sound of creaking leather. He was stuck in that vulnerable X position, all his limbs stretched right out, ensuring he couldn't defend himself. And he was naked, too. Stripped completely bare, the slightly humid air around him playing over his fur and skin.

His voice caught in his throat when he tried to call out for help. He was thankful for that, because no sooner had he tried, and he spotted another figure in the room with him. They were slumped over a counter top, doing something he couldn't quite see. The clink of glass and a few sloshing fluids made it sound like they were mixing something. He couldn't tell who they might have been - their entire figure was concealed in a black leather cloak and hood. Their hands were gloved, their feet covered by heavy boots. There wasn't a single hint of who was there with him.

When they sensed his activity, they rose and turned, coming to an imposing height. Much bigger than him, and broader too. He thought he saw a female figure beneath the form-fitting leather, but he still had no idea who she could have been. Not even when he looked at her face. The sight startled him at first.

His first instinct was to think she was some sort of mechanical bird with great green eyes. But it was just a mask. A disturbing, avian-like visage with a silver beak and dark, one-sided glass to peer through. Like something from a time long past. He recognized the costume, actually. They were called plague doctors, in their time. Why someone was dressed as one in the modern day, he almost didn't want to know

He could see a bright green shade shining through the eyeholes, almost seeming to glow unnaturally. There was no sign of the wearer's features beneath. He still had no idea who she might have been. And she kept completely silent. Looming tall. Breathing slowly through her mask. Watching him.

Cherno was calm at first, quietly considering his predicament. Then he changed his mind, and just scrambled atop the table, once again testing those restraints. Rattling all about, but doing nothing to free him from the situation. The restraints were solid. So instead, he just shouted at the looming figure, defiant despite the sense of dread creeping over him.

"What? Who are you? Get away!"

The masked figure slowly tipped her head to the side, regarding him. He couldn't see any hint of her expression. Just that solid beak beneath the hood. Her voice was barely above a whisper, spoken smoothly and thoughtfully as if lulling him to sleep.

"Hm. Thought you might perhaps be somewhat more willing than this. No matter. We will correct such things."

She came closer, standing tall. The scent of leather came with her. There was nothing that gave him any hints of who might be beneath the mask. What sort of creature he was dealing with. She was probably just a person. Probably. But looking on that unchanging beak was making his imagination run wild. Like anything could be hiding there. Things he might not have previously believed were real. But waking up in such an environment, strapped to a table and helpless, he had to know anything was possible now.

Cherno remained silent. The doctor tsked.

"Now, now. This is unusual, yes. Even frightening to be in such a place. But there will be no pain. No needles. Nothing you might find ... unpleasant."

He just gritted his teeth, staring up at her, his muscles tensed. She continued on.

"Tell me, have you been experiencing any symptoms of illness in recent weeks?" She set to adjusting her gloves, pulling them taut, ensuring they were secure.

Cherno still didn't answer. She waved a finger at him.

"It is important to be forthcoming with your medical professional, Cherno." Somehow, she knew his name. "But if you insist on the silent treatment, so be it. I shall commence with the examination."

He flinched at the word. There was something ominous about it. All manner of unidentifiable tools and implements were on the table beside him, but he couldn't quite get a good look at any of them. She raised her hands, and he just sunk down into the table, sucking in his stomach, trying to make himself as small as possible. As if that might help him avoid her touch.

It started with a few gentle prods. She pressed four of her leatherclad fingertips against his belly. Worked her way up and down, touching his muscles beneath, examining closely. She was very thorough. Working down his abdomen to his hips, but then heading right back up. It wasn't uncomfortable. Even felt somewhat pleasant, but the violation kept him squirming as she brought her attention to his ribs, his chest. Applying pressure, considering his body's reaction, and then releasing.

"Relax," she insisted.

He did not relax. He did everything he could to disrupt the process, but it didn't seem to bother her any. She didn't miss a detail. Running her fingers along his arms, pressing deep into his muscles. It was almost like a massage, though a very intrusive one. She kneaded into his biceps, his forearms. Took every single one of his fingers in her gloved grip, pulled them, rubbed her thumb across each knuckle. She pressed into his palms, sliding leather against skin. They she was up to examine his facial features.

There wasn't a lot he could do to move his head while he was tied down like that, so he was just going to have to endure her touches. It did feel nice. Maybe even a little soothing. She was relatively gentle, and professional beyond that. Pressing on his cheeks, under his chin. Stroking a finger across his lips. He thought about biting her, but he didn't feel bold enough She went up and ran her hands through his hair, letting the strands stroke against the leather. Even toyed with his antlers a while, squeezing them at strategic points. He couldn't feel that, but the deliberate method made him curious.

He hadn't meant to actually calm down for her. Given he was there against his will, he fully intended to keep squirming, struggling, protesting at every minute. Anything he could do to make her work less convenient, perhaps to convince her to let him go and find another subject for whatever her sick experiments might be. Yet the longer she worked on him, the more his body was just naturally relaxing. It smelled nice in her lab. Some sort of incense, or whatever, floating through the air. Making him feel peaceful despite the lingering threat of the unknown beneath her mask.

Though he couldn't see her face, her tone made it sound like she was smiling at him.

"That's better. No harm done, see? Much easier for us both if you simply let me do my work."

Cherno still just glared back at her. As friendly as she was acting, she was still creeping him out simply by virtue of standing there fully covered up in such a threatening, archaic outfit. It wasn't like he was sick. Or radioactive. It seemed unnecessary that she would need protection. So maybe it was just for the fashion of it. And what sort of person wore that to a medical examination?

He jumped slightly when she touched the inside of his thighs. Not quite an intimate thing, but stroking up and down there, working down his legs with the same meticulousness she had given the rest of his body. He gave a few involuntary kicks as she pressed her fingers deep into his muscles. The table shook beneath his feet as he did so, until she just took him by the ankles and knocked her knuckles against the bottom of his hooves.

"Very good. Healthy. Fit. A prime specimen. There is much to learn from you."

Finally, Cherno found his voice. He sputtered a bit, still upset, but managed to form a coherent sentence. "You could have asked first."

"Such things take time. Much easier to recruit through a carrier."

He narrowed his eyes. "Carrier?"

"All in time. First, we shall begin the first experiment of the day. You will like this one, I think."

He was skeptical, but he remained relatively still on the table as she ran her hands back up his legs. More than just her fingers this time, she brushed her palms along his fur, filling his ears with the pleasing sound of fur against leather. Higher, squeezing at his thighs firmly enough they almost went numb. And then swiftly, smoothly cupping at his balls without warning. Simply hefting them in her palm, toying with them, rolling them along the surface of her gloves. Then a finger on his sheath, brushing up and down its underside until it twitched.

"Ah. There we are. Relax Cherno. You are permitted to breathe, if you were not aware."

That made him realize he'd been holding his breath. He gasped out, and steadied himself until he felt more comfortable. Of course what she was doing felt good. But to be strapped to the table while she did it, unable to even squirm away, meant his pleasure was going to happen exactly as she desired. She kept on gently massaging, using each of her fingers subtly, intimately. Brushing along his sheath, his balls. Touching just beneath and applying some soft but decisive pressure on his taint. Making him twitch a little more.

He was still gritting his teeth some. It was mostly a result of having that ominous mask hovering over him the entire time.

"Do you have to dress like that?" he shakily asked.

"It is for your own protection."

"For my protection?"

"All in time."

"You keep saying that." He frowned. "I think you owe me some explanations by now."

"Nah." She chuckled. "Just enjoy yourself. It's not every day you get to have an experience like this one. And I have much in store for you."

For a moment he was just scowling. But he was curious. Of course, the choice was already far out of his hands. All he had to decide between was protesting or simply submitting. She would do what she wished anyway. And the latter was easier. So he didn't waste any more energy fighting against her. Even if he remained nervous.

It was difficult to resist her stroking for long. She fondled him, played with him. Kept him firming, slowly. The sensation of being so very vulnerable was making it happen faster. Just being there, helpless, unable to even pull away from her. Letting this strange masked figure play with his balls. She could have been anyone. Hadn't even bothered to introduce herself. And he had no idea how she'd managed to kidnap him. But none of that prevented him from getting hard in her grasp.

Once it started, he couldn't stop it. From slowly pushing from his sheath, to firming right up. Pulsing, tensing up to his full length. She grasped at him, wrapping every single finger of a single gloved hand around his cock, rubbing from base to middle with her thumb. He had never realized how much he loved the scent of leather before. And the sensation of it on his dick was keeping him hard enough he couldn't hold still. She stroked him with her glove a few times, but something made her pause.

"Hm. Adequate. Could be larger. We will fix this."

He felt his cheeks growing somewhat warm at the offhand comment. Before he could protest, she just reached for a nearby bottle she'd set aside, and gave it a shake. There was something pink inside. It looked like it might have been some sort of sugary drink, but when she popped the top off with her thumb the scent was something else entirely. Thick, mediciney. Maybe something for a cold, or the like. She kept her hand around his cock, squeezing him near the tip, and with the other she brought the mysterious vial close.

He had to squirm again when she began to pour it inside him. Not just over his shaft, but directly down it. Her grip upon his tip was very exact, allowing that cool fluid to trickle right into his member. It was a bizarre sensation, one that shocked him at first. Icy cool to start, but by the time it reached the bottom it was feeling warm instead. Intoxicatingly so. That feeling spread through his shaft, through his balls, until he could feel it right at the base of his tail. And he began to throb for her, harder than before. Wetly.

Every time he did, he felt his cock filling out to an even harder size to the point it felt bigger. Like he was more aroused than he ever had been before. And it just kept going. Firmer. Longer. Thicker. His balls followed suit, rounding out, perfectly smooth. Taut. Heavy and even sloshing. He was pretty sure they weren't supposed to do that. But he couldn't call it natural anymore. He wasn't just getting more aroused, he was getting bigger. And the urge to cum was running through his entire body, until he was outright writhing with needy lust.

"Nngh..." was the best he do when it came to properly describing how he felt.

"That's better. Now let's get to milking you, deer stud."

That snapped him out of it. He gave her a stare. "Excuse me?"

She simply flicked a finger against his cock. It had grown so sensitive that even a tiny touch made him whimper out, shaking all over, rattling his restraints. His balls were pulling taut. His pre was coming thick, spurting right up into the air with every flex of his body. He curled his fingers into his palms, and closed his eyes, breathing rapidly for a few seconds. His balls were churning, his heart was pounding. He had never wanted to cum as badly as he did right in that very moment.

"Would you rather I simply left you like that? I did not think so." She didn't even give him a chance to respond.

He heard her tinkering with something, adjusting some dials and tightening a few straps. Then she brought it forth. It looked something like a standard sex toy - a pocket pussy, to be crude. But there were several tubes attached to it, all of them leading back to one of the many machines around him. It buzzed loudly, as if in anticipation. There was a single word blinking on its display.

READY.

Whether Cherno was even himself anymore, he wasn't sure. But there was no more waiting. She just pressed that device down over his engorged cock, letting him feel its lubed-up embrace wrapping tight around his every inch. Balls deep in the machine. It already felt orgasmic, though it only gripped him lightly. The doctor reached over and adjusted a few things on a sizable control panel, and Cherno gasped as he felt that sleeve clamp down along his cock. Perfectly conforming to his newly enhanced size. He was almost ready to blow a load in it already, before it was even moving. The doctor simply continued adjusting dials for a time, before dramatically reaching a single finger up in the air, and bringing it down upon a large green button.

There was a beep, and then nothing for a few seconds. Then the faint sound of machinery started up, as the sleeve began to slowly slide up and down Cherno's fattened cock. Slickly hugging to his every contour, pulling his hips slightly off the table with every gripping tug. A firm massage of his enhanced deerhood, milking out his pre excessively. It came in steady gobs, and the sleeve seemed almost to suck at him, hungrily. He could only watch in awe as that watery offering ran up through the many tubes attaching it to the whirring machine nearby. Droplets of his juices rained down lightly into a large glass beaker, puddling there at the bottom.

The machine's display blinked. A message popped up, and stayed.

Extraction in progress. 0.01% complete.

The slow, squeezing rub was making him tense. Warming him up, making his balls feel heavier, tighter. He whimpered over the slick squishy sound of the velvety sleeve stroking at his cock. Started to twitch, to wiggle there in his bindings. Knocking his hooves against the table. He needed to cum. It was welling up in his body. Swelling him, or at least he felt like it. That subtle pleasuring wasn't going to be enough. It brought him to his edge, made him snort and bite his lip and squeeze his eyes tightly shut. But he needed more.

"Ready for level two? It looks like you are," the doctor mused, and just twisted some unseen dial.

The machine responded with an ominous metallic groan. It clamped down even tighter around the buck's dick, squeezing that soft, oddly fleshy texture tight to his many inches. He felt his cock bulging, skin stretched taut over its length. And the machine began to pump him. Squeezing him tight as it moved up and down. Faster now. Roughly equivalent to being ridden by an energetic partner. Except, every single stroke was exactly the same. Precise. Mechanical. Milking him until his pre was spurting as thick and copious as cum. But he still hadn't reached his peak, teetering so close to it he could hardly breathe right.

"Faster? Very well," she said, without prompting. This time she didn't just adjust the dial. She cranked it.

The machine gave a brief chug. The sleeve tensed tight around him, moving a little faster. Then faster. Harder. Faster. Pumping up and down his member faster than any person could have stroked him. Relentlessly fucking him, until he was crying out as rapidly as he was being pleasured. Not just moaning, or whimpering. Simply shouting as he shook there on the plague doctor's table, getting mercilessly milked until he could feel an orgasm ready to burst from him.

When he finally came, he screamed. It went along with him gushing into that slick sleeve, filling up those tubes with fresh deer cum. He didn't simply shoot his load, he emptied everything he had. Flexing, humping, shaking as he milked out everything he had inside him. An obscene amount, sending it pumping through the machine. And it only continued milking him all throughout his climax.

Rather than that brief spark of climax, it instead became a prolonged shock, like electricity through his veins. He was convulsing there on the table. Testing his bindings to their very fullest, but still trapped. And the seconds simply rolled by, but his cumshot wouldn't cease. It was pouring into that oversized beaker. The percentage on the display kept swiftly increasing as his initial cry faded to a yelp. His thoughts started crisscrossing with themselves, jumbled and dazed as he tried to process the pleasure of that impossibly prolonged orgasm.

He couldn't stop cumming either. Couldn't come down from that perfect peak even as it started to ruin his ability to think. His expression shifted from overwhelmed to dumbly contented as his eyes began to roll back. His mouth gaped wide, showing off his short fangs, tongue hanging over his lower lip. He drooled. He faintly giggled. Taken to such a state by the overdose of ecstasy that his higher functions simply shut off for a time. Milked stupid by her unceasing machine.

The machine wouldn't slow down. She left it at maximum, relentlessly pleasuring him all through his climax. Until he couldn't stand it. Orgasm was blending into orgasm. He couldn't tell if it was all a single one, or if he was having a few. But as the seconds became minutes of nonstop shooting those thick, potent ropes from his enhanced cock, he felt his consciousness begin to wane. He was giving everything. Using every single shred of his energy just to give the doctor the sample that she wanted.

The beaker filled to the brim with the last of Cherno's spunk, and the masked one finally turned the machine back off. It took some time for its momentum to slow to a stop, giving a few last final strokes he could barely stand. He kicked out as best he could in his restraints, he rocked back and forth and built up momentum. And when it finally ceased and she pulled the machine off of his softening shaft, he slumped. Fell completely still for a time, recovering his breath, his thoughts. Feeling the shimmering sensation of afterglow warming him, soothing him. Helping him ignore his overstimulated feeling and simply melt into a satisfied murmur.

The machine whirred as the toy withdrew back into its confines. It sealed the top of the cum-filled beaker and printed a label with Cherno's full name and details, plastering it on front. The display blinked with a new message.

Extraction complete. 4.3 L collected. Have a nice day.

Cherno was a twitching mess there on the table. The doctor simply hit a few buttons and the sample vanished, replaced by another beaker. Thankfully, she didn't want more just yet. Instead, she approached, raising her gloved hands. She spread her fingers, holding her palms in his direction, then lowered her hands again. Up, and then down, as if fanning him, or casting a spell. The sight was oddly soothing in its steady, relaxed pace. He felt his body recovering, returning to normal.

"Excellent. I knew you had potency inside you. Are you feeling well, Cherno?"

He was still incoherently murmuring to himself, and slowly nodded. The doctor chuckled.

"You look well. However, there is always room for improvement. Let us see."

She began another examination. This one was more intrusive than the first. She took great handfuls of his body, groping up and down his sides, his hips, his thighs. Deeply inspecting every muscle, every curve of his feminine form. Then she was up, kneading his belly, working her way up until she was at his chest. His muscles flexed involuntarily as she worked there, going taut. She examined him with gropes, and then instead seemed to be drawing on him with her fingers. Tracing the outline of an unseen diagram while she clicked her tongue beneath her mask.

"Hm. I think you are a perfect fit. Let's test a new concoction of mine, shall we?"

Cherno was so dazed he couldn't even think of arguing. More testing? More experimenting? He wanted everything she had. Scanning up and down her leatherclad form, he couldn't help but find it sexier by the moment. Not just the womanly figure he was looking at. Something he never usually gave a second thought. But the outfit itself. Dark, tight leather. All leading up to that perfect, pointed mask. He was staring right at it for a while, admiring the contours of her beak.

She must have been able to tell somehow. Something sparked in that green glow beneath the looking glass. She leaned in extra close. He could hear her breathing, but he couldn't feel it. Just having her so near to his face with that beak of hers made him oddly tingle. It was like a sudden spark, something that went crackling along his scalp, and then over his shoulders and down his spine. Like a pitcher of pure pleasure being poured upon his body, dripping down from the top.

That was only a taste of how good he could feel. It grew much more intense when she leaned in close enough he could feel the very tip of that beak against his skin. At first he thought she was actively sending some sort of static shock through. That it was just a conduit for her to shoot lightning bolts into his nerves, his skin. But it was simply a mask. One that made his breath shaky with the pleasurable sound and sensation of it brushing along his face. Scratching him and pecking him, gently, smoothly, tenderly. From his cheek to his forehead, and back down to his chin, even his lips. He was left paralyzed but for his excited twitching, letting her soothingly beak him until he was calm. He had no idea why that worked.

"I see you like my outfit. But I think it's about time these gloves came off."

Hearing her say that made his heart leap. He wasn't sure why. Just the thought of seeing whoever it was hiding beneath all that leather, so elaborately covered up so that there was hardly a single hint of who she was, it had to mean something. There was someone, or something beneath the disguise that he was not meant to see. Something that might drive him to madness. He was holding his breath, outright trembling with anticipation.

Some of it was fear. For all he knew she could have been some kind of eldritch monstrosity beneath the leather. With some recent events, he almost wouldn't have been surprised. So he was relieved to just see fur beneath those elbow-length gloves as she snapped them off of her digits. Bright white, pristine, if slightly matted and warm. Moreover, though it was only a glimpse of her body, not even enough to tell him what species she might have been, he was immediately attracted. Leaning closer, tugging against his restraints just for the possibility of feeling her fur against his. When she granted him his wish, he breathlessly moaned until his voice simply broke.

She didn't even have to do much. Simply touching his chest, or his middle with her bare digits was making him tingle in strange ways. He still wasn't entirely convinced she wasn't somehow magical. She was murmuring something he couldn't quite understand to herself as she massaged and measured him with her hands. Then she reached for another vial. The substance was purple this time. It didn't smell like grape when she uncorked it. Maybe somewhat flowery, but in a way that made his cock twitch a little.

Without explanation, she was rubbing the stuff between her bare hands. Making sure to coat them thoroughly, getting every digit slick and lubed in the mystery fluid. He felt his lower lip trembling. It had never done that before. But he was pretty sure he wasn't afraid. Just intensely, unbearably curious about what the good doctor was about to do to him. What she was about to change.

"Just breathe and relax. As you have been doing. No discomfort here, I promise. Plenty of tingles though."

With that, she began to spread that something across his chest. In terms of texture it was pretty much just lube. It stuck to his fur and skin, smooth and glossy as she massaged it into him. Then it seemed to simply vanish, not even leaving any sort of residue. His fur, and her hands, were as dry as they began. He waited. Breathing through his nose, nibbling his upper lip. Trying to parse the sensations that were spilling over him. It felt like the liquid had gone right through his skin, that it was somehow sloshing around inside him.

And then he felt the first tingle. It was enough to leave his expression frozen for a time. Confused as much as he was delighted. He was being pleasured in a way he had never felt. Feeling a tugging, stretching, weighty sensation. Comparable for a moment to drinking too much water, but higher. His chest was changing. Expanding. Rounding out as his taut pecs became softer. Bigger. Smoothing out to the perfect shape as they formed into a pleasantly plump pair of breasts. Modest at first, but only getting bigger. Until they were a perky, gravity-defying pair pressing forth from his chest, bigger than most bras could possibly contain.

"There are you. Looking lovely! I knew such a girly buck like you would be well suited to a pair of perfect tits. Or should I call you a doe now?"

She chuckled, and he felt his cheeks warming. It was more than just his chest. His antlers were getting smaller too. Thinner, lighter. Barely more than nubs atop his head by the time the change was done. His oversized cock was still throbbing away below, and the rest of him was still the same as far as he could tell. Just a little more feminine. Even his voice itself had changed a little, startling him when he cleared his throat and tried to protest.

He didn't get a single word out, just the first syllable before she took both of her hands and squeezed deeply into his new endowment. They were as sensitive as his cock, and she was firm with her grip. He yelped out at first, and then just did again, and again as she held on tight, his voice shaking, broken. His body bent and twisted, rolling up and down like ocean waves as he writhed right through the entire squeeze. Rocking the entire table, testing just how sturdy it was. It remained solid, and he was left a shaking, squinting, throbbing mess, pouring pre all over his belly when she finally let go. He slumped back down to the table with a heavy sigh once she did.

"Sensitive?" She cocked her head to the side, looking fittingly bird-like.

Before he could answer, she went ahead and tightly pinched at his left nipple. He felt it perk and firm under her attention. His only response was a stunned gah. They were so much more tender than usual.

"Such fine black nips," she mused. "A personal favourite, but I am biased. Now, is that a good sensitive, or a more unpleasant one? It should be the former."

Despite the situation, he still felt compelled to give her an honest answer. "G-good sensitive, yes."

"Fantastic. Though we must be certain. Let us see just how much stimulation they can take."

"Wait-"

He didn't even get to finish before he was making that noise again. All but bleating like a goat. In his overwhelmed state he had seemingly forgotten how to be a deer. She was clutching them. Kneading them, and hard. It never hurt. But he'd never had a pair of breasts before, much less had them so roughly played with. She rubbed, she squeezed, she tugged. She played them, squished them together, pulled them apart. And it felt better than it had any right to. Until he was continuously flinging pre over himself, reaching far enough to mark the back of her hands as she worked.

"Doctor, please, I can hardly ..." he panted, gritting his teeth, scrunching up his face, just trying to deal with the orgasmic, overstimulating pleasure of having his tits rubbed.

That made her quirk her head again. "Doctor? Oh, that's right! I haven't even introduced myself. I get so caught up in my work, you know."

She hadn't stopped, even as she spoke. Though she finally let him rest a moment, leaving him to pant, his chest rising and falling, even jiggling, still tingling plenty. He was catching his breath for a time, until he saw what she was doing. Raising her hands to her mask, reaching beneath her hood. Unfastening the straps. He froze. So motionless he might as well have not existed for those precious seconds. In his altered state, finding out what she looked like was near a religious experience.

Her face gleamed out with its clean white fur. Reflecting the distinct glow of her unnatural eyes. A cute pink nose, long whiskers, and two broad teeth over her lower lip. A white rat in black leather. She bowed her hooded head.

"Doctor Victoria Black. At your service," she said with a small smirk. "Not many people see me without this, you know. But I don't think such a good subject minds if I make you a carrier."

Despite the state he was in, Cherno's curiosity won over. "There's that word again. What do you mean, carrier?"

"For the plague, of course!" She smiled brightly when she mentioned it, her eyes gleaming with apparent pride. "I carry it with me. Let it mutate inside me. I know you will love bearing it for me. Even just breathing the same air as me, and you might already have it."

When he gritted his teeth, leaning as far away from her as possible, she couldn't help but chuckle.

"Oh, do not worry so much. There is no harm with it. Only improvements. Pleasure. Just as we have been doing so far."

She came close and laid a bare hand on his cheek. He flinched.

"I don't - I'm not sure if I want the plague."

"Not the plague. My plague." She ran her finger across his lips. He felt the odd urge to suck on it.

"What will it do to me?"

"It is different for everyone. Your body holds such potential. We will unlock it together."

He looked deeply into her eyes, still barely moving. Though he didn't say anything, his expression gradually became less concerned. More relaxed. The longer he breathed her breath. Feeling his body simply ... improving. Any tightness in his muscles leaving him so he could utterly relax. Every single touch was more intense. Every little sound something he could savour, no matter how subtle. Her breath was warm and sweet. And he wanted to keep breathing it.

Eventually, he leaned in, and she responded in kind. Taking his head in her hands. Holding him tight, so they could kiss. She felt her tongue upon his own. Felt her sucking and massaging him as they embraced and made out. Her spit became part of his own. He swallowed it. No matter how dangerous it might have been. No matter what he might be accepting into his body. If it was from her, he wanted it.

When she pulled back, leaving his lips damp, she simply lingered close for a while. Watching him. He watched her back. Then he smiled, slowly. Something was changing inside him already. Something tingled and sparked and rumbled. His body didn't show any immediate signs of this supposed infection. But he felt fulfilled. Satisfied. Blissful. He wanted more already. To be close to her, touch her, feel her fur upon his own. There was no need to keep him strapped to the table any longer. But to be at her mercy kept him massively engorged at every moment. Knowing that whatever she chose to do, it would be good for him. The doctor knew best.

She broke him from that tranquil state of satisfaction when she drew her tongue along his breasts. It made him jump as if startling him from sleep. She grinned at his reaction.

"Now that you have your first taste running through your veins, what would you say to more, Cherno? You are already marked. Already contagious. But you can always carry more."

He simply grunted at first before he properly responded. It was through gritted teeth. But not because he was upset. "Nnngh. Yessss. More. Give me your ... what you called it."

For just a moment, he hesitated, considering whether what he was about to say was total insanity. It probably was. But he said it anyway.

"Give me your plague."

"Gladly, dear."

She climbed right up onto the table with him, throwing a leatherclad leg over him, mounting him like a horse. She was still mostly covered. Revealing just her face and her arms. Surprisingly heavy, as well. Part of it was surely the outfit itself. All that leather absorbed plenty of heat, though her scent remained delightfully sweet and warm like a fine fruity tea even if she was wearing a slightly musky sheen of sweat where she was uncovered. Subtle though it was, he could feel it dampening his fur when she brushed against him.

The rest of her weight came from just how thick of a rat she was. Perhaps not quite chubby, but most certainly soft. Ample. Curvy. He wanted to see more of her, and so he was overly excited as when she lifted the length bottom of her cloak. Lifting it up her thighs like a skirt. Revealing simply more leather once she got past her own boots, but eventually, there was another hint. She had a bulge. A considerable one, outlined in her form-hugging pants. One that she was soon working on her belt to reveal.

Cherno was relieved for that. It was one thing to be so unusually aroused by a female form. Another to explore new sensations with someone a little in between. Sporting something more familiar to him. Within his comfort zone. Her pants weren't zipped, but rather strapped shut. Loosening them allowed her massive member to flop forth, partly firm, giving a few distinct twitches. It was bigger than his. Fatter. Pitch black, and rising to attention as she firmly grasped it in her hand. Then both hands. It was big enough even that grip wasn't enough for all of it.

Her dick was smooth, thick. Pristine as well. There was no hint of disease, of any sort of malformation. The only thing out of the ordinary was the size. Yet it was the source. The plaguebearer. The deliverer of that forbidden disease. Her invigorating, stimulating infection. Such words hardly felt appropriate for such a thing. It was a blessing. Bestowed upon him by that perfect shiny rat cock. Already dripping pre thick enough to pool up in his navel, running trickles down his sides, towards his hips. Bathing him in that tainted stuff. Promising him there was more.

She plapped her cock right upon his middle, then slowly rubbed her way upwards. He gave her another moan, or at least attempted to, finding himself just making strange whimpering noises instead. He was yipping, rumbling, almost yowling. Like he had somehow become canine and feline in addition to a deer all of a sudden. Maybe that was the plague's early effects, messing with his biology. Or maybe his body was simply so overwhelmed by his current pleasure he didn't know how to respond anymore. Especially when she toyed with that oversensitive enhancement, sliding her shaft right up between his tits until her soaking tip prodded at his lips.

He didn't hesitate. In an instant, he was slurping it. Flicking his tongue all around the soaking tip that shone bright with the pre layered over the pitch black skin. He swallowed down her juices. Already an addict for her strain, the creation that lived inside her. Basking in it. Letting it slide down his throat. It felt like it was coursing through him. Bringing his every nerve to life with a rapturous tingle. Bliss and purpose served hot from the musky tap. He licked and he served and he adored everything she gave him. Every unknown symptom waiting to manifest. He welcomed them all.

And he was rewarded deeply for his service. Simply having his chest touched was enough that he could have orgasmed from it with enough attention. When she began to fuck his newfound cleavage, he almost couldn't bear it. His body wasn't meant to feel that good. And every thrust she made with her hips left her spurting. Misting, spraying, coating his face with the hot mark of her plagued precum. He licked it clean. He kissed her cock. He huffed and he moaned and he slowly groaned out when he could find the breath for it. She was getting harder, wetter, fondly rubbing her fingers through his hair as she fucked his tits. He wanted everything she could give him.

Throbbing away all the while, he began to shake and buck his hips. Fucking the air, unable to hold still. He couldn't control himself. At first he was just twitching, but it became more of a steady pound upwards. Moving as much as he could in his restraints. Which meant his soft rump came thumping down on the table again and again as he worked, but he didn't care if he bruised. Her leather brushed against his belly, inches from his cock. He wondered if she'd mind if he came on it. Because he wasn't going to be able to stop himself.

She kept on working him. Slopping up his chest, his chin, his lips. Pressing her tip against them to let him kiss. She shifted her weight forward, and simply rubbed her dripping cock all over his features. Marking every single detail of his face until his visage was a sopping mess. He was drooling, panting, barely seeing. Mostly tasting. Breathing. Ready for her offering to soak him. But she had a better idea than that.

He knew exactly what to do, his body responding automatically, instinctively, desperately as she plunged her cock between his lips. He simply made himself as accommodating as possible. Cradling her perfect dick on his tongue, letting it slide across his upper lip and the roof of his mouth. It was thick enough to bulge in his cheeks as it sucked it, slurking, gulping, drinking of her juices to further infect himself. Making absolutely certain that her precious gift of plague would take, even before the massive offering that came next.

Her cock flexed, bulged, violently throbbed between his lips. He could hear it spurt, squelching out one more throatful of her pre before the real treat came forth. It filled his belly in an instant, spraying directly down his throat to start sloshing within him. He gulped and gurgled, never choking. Only swallowing. Serving the rat as her perfect living condom, holding all her tainted seed until his belly began to swell. She fucked his face until her cream was flinging off in all directions. Marking the table and flicking into his hair. Dribbling down to the floor below. Bathing the dimly-lit lab in the doctor's scent, seeping into his skin wherever she had marked him.

His throat was like a fountain when she pulled free. He sputtered for a moment, turning his head to side. As much as he wanted to hold everything she gave him, his depths were not infinite. He coughed just a little. Something about her cum was different. The texture was smoother, silkier. It seemed to massage its way down his throat, or across his skin as it slid down his cheeks and chin. He still wanted more of it. He was still engorged, still shaking with arousal. Not quite reaching his peak but feeling it welling up, churning, weighing down his balls with the accumulated pressure. He didn't think they worked like that, but they were sloshing. Fattened up with the load within them.

But he didn't quite let it out. Not yet. She rose, and touched the tip of his shaft, swirling her bare finger in the heavy dab of pre that had accumulated there. Then she raised the digit to her lips, and licked it clean with a toothy grin in his direction. He just panted back. He knew he looked dumb. A rat's drooling bitch. And he knew he could be broken further. The plague worked through his system, making every single breath a slice of ecstasy. He couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was doing to him, but he felt strange sensations pouring through him as his body changed and began manifesting the new symptoms. None of it was unpleasant.

She simply busied herself again. The anticipation alone was almost enough to make him blow his load right there. The drips hitting his belly felt like raindrops in their thickness. He was trembling some. Simply knowing she had something more in store for him was enough to set all his senses pleasantly on fire. Waiting, wondering, guessing at the purposes of the various machines and beakers she consulted. Finally, she went rustling through a cupboard, and retrieved a translucent container. He couldn't see the contents clearly. But he was pretty sure they were moving.

When she returned, she set the box onto the side table. Cherno watched it for a while, listening to it rattle. Was there some kind of animal in there? He didn't worry about it too much. Whatever she intended with it, he was sure he'd love it. And though his eyes could barely focus, they widened plenty when he saw her undressing completely before him. Revealing every single curve of her thick, white-furred body bit by bit. He adored everything he saw.

It was a process to get completely naked. She unclipped plenty of buckles and straps, and slowly shifted from her leather coverings one by one. He saw her long, pink tail fall to the floor, barely brushing it. Her broad hips supported thick thighs. Her breasts were perky and plentiful, resting atop just a bit of a well-fed belly. She folded her clothes or hung them on a hook, setting them all aside and then stood there towering above him for a moment, wearing a pleased smile. Even without the boost from her boots, she was still much taller than him, looming. Plotting.

"You have been a most agreeable subject, Cherno. Tell me. Are you mentally prepared for further experiments?"

He tried to nod. He ended up just panting and drooling instead. She chuckled.

"Perhaps not. But that is no matter. There is still much I can do with even a broken patient."

She slowly fondled at her cock as she spoke, just keeping it at its intimidating length. Fully firm, pulsing massively, contrasting just how slowly she massaged it. He didn't sense any desperation from the way she moved. Simply patience, as ever. He watched her open up that box, staring through the haze to get a glimpse of the contents. Even in his intoxicated, mostly broken state he had to gasp a little at the surprise.

Picking him up by the scruff, Victoria was soon dangling a very small feline in the grasp of her forefinger and thumb. She simply let him hang there, squirming but not exactly struggling. Cherno thought he recognized the leopard. A soft, feminine fellow. Built much like himself. Except, the first time he saw him, the cat was about his height. Now he was shrunken down to little more than a few inches tall. Hanging there helpless as the rat simply observed his tiny form.

"I see the serum continues to be stable, Mahiri. This is very good. I have always wanted to try this."

The cat didn't respond. He simply stared back at her, wearing a similarly intoxicated expression as Cherno's. He went flopping about as she placed him in her outstretched palm, rolling him around a little. Toying with him. Surely enjoying the irony of the cat being at the mercy of the rat. Something lit up in her eyes all of a sudden, and she leaned extra close to him, licking over her lips. For a brief moment, Cherno's heart jumped, thinking she was about to eat that shrunken feline.

No such thing, but her intentions were hardly more innocent. Rather than do anything to him herself, she instead brought her tiny subject down and placed him between Cherno's thighs. Still tied up as he was, there wasn't a single thing the buck could do about that. Nor could he do anything more than snort and squirm as she pressed her fingers to the feline's back and began to push him forward. Smothering the cat's tiny face beneath the rise of the deer's tail. Slowly inserting him, easing him inside the buck's rear with constant but gentle pressure. Letting him squirm his way inside, making Cherno writhe as the plague within him enhanced every single bizarre sensation.

Deeper in he went. Rumbling a little. The leopard wasn't protesting, even enjoying himself despite his wiggles. Cherno was left to simply soak in the feeling of a living person moving around inside him. Stimulating him. Massaging him with that soft, spotted fur. Bringing him closer and closer to letting loose that pent up load. Victoria took a firm hold of Cherno's thighs once the leopard had vanished from the outside world. She squeezed, she massaged, and then she simply pressed her dick right up against the captive buck's taint. Slowly working down, painting everything she touched with her glistening juices.

As deeply as the leopard had made it, he got pushed even deeper by the rat's hefty cock as she smoothly penetrated Cherno. She was a perfect fit. He curled, he twisted, he bent himself into all sorts of unusual shapes as he finally got his wish. To be fucked by the plague rat doctor. He'd already gulped down her cum. But he could hold so much more of it. The cat was just going to have to deal with getting caught in between it all. It wasn't like Cherno could have rescued him in his tied up state.

Victoria didn't need to fuck him hard. Just slowly pushing in and out of his tight, clenching backside was enough to bring the deer to a peak that persisted for a while. More than edging him, it was just trapping him in his heightened bliss until he felt himself losing his grip on his very mind itself. All from just a few slow thrusts. The leopard was buried deeper and deeper inside the buck, still squirming plenty, getting spurted on as the rat milked herself towards another heavy orgasm. Slowly, steadily, firmly. Rocking her subject on the table as she fed that shrunken prey farther into his body.

Cherno was flexing hard. Rapidly contracting as if already hitting orgasm. His prostate was buzzing. It felt electric. Putting out a constant dose of pleasure but never numbing him. Every moment was like the first. He was tightly massaging the rat's dick inside him, squeezing hard around the cat in the process. Giving some heavy cries that didn't even sound like his voice anymore. On the one hand he was shocked at just how vicious he could sound, like he'd somehow become a werewolf. Maybe even something close to a snarl or two. But then his voice would break and grow all shaky, and his cheeks would grow even warmer as he listened to himself screaming like a bitch, crying out so loudly he would have accused anyone else of faking it. But he knew what he was feeling, and it was worth the sore throat.

He might have described her as a chubby, but there was muscle beneath the soft padding. She was stronger than she looked like she ought to be. Capable of plunging into him hard, rocking him back and forth until the restraints were loosening. His own best efforts hadn't even budged them, but she was slamming with such might the spanks of balls to ass echoed through the whole expansive room. She was grunting, huffing, gritting her teeth as she took it from a slow internal pleasuring to something wild, vicious even. No longer quite the professional doctor after all, at least for the moment.

Through it all, he'd almost forgotten about the third participant. The leopard was buried deep within him, but he wasn't moving as much. In fact, he simply seemed to be getting softer. Slowing down with every intense clench the buck's insides gave around him. Sinking into that humid embrace as he slowly faded into his captor. Squishing and absorbing into Cherno. Turning the buck into an unwitting predator. He hardly even noticed, but for an increasingly warm, satisfied feeling inside him that spread from beneath his tail all the way up to his belly. A snack, consumed for his pleasure, just to enhance his enjoyment of getting ratfucked senseless.

He already carried her personal strain, of course. That precious creation she pumped through her veins. But he was about to get an even bigger dose. Feeling her tensing, bulging, her cock getting harder, stimulating him more intensely. Until he finally gave his legs a kick, and those restraints snapped. He began to gush all over himself just as she began to fill him with that thick, modified seed. Rounding him out in minutes, stretching and inflating him to a gurgling state. Making him cough and drool out the cum that somehow made it all the way through him. And filling him with that heated, forbidden sensation of being tainted, his body reacting with bliss to getting even more of her plague inside him. All while he hosed himself down to near pure white, his cock a constant spurting hose that rolled every single shot into one. An unending stream that bathed him from gut to face and hair. He was little more than a twitching puddle by the time that she was done with him.

When she pulled out, there was no sign of the feline. Only the cum that leaked from Cherno's overstuffed backside, and a general warm feeling deep inside him. Distinct from the others. Just enough to let him know he'd absorbed the leopard. With his legs free, he could squirm plenty more, and he set right to that. Slowly kicking his legs in the air, like he were pedalling a bike up a hill. He closed his eyes and wore a silly, happy expression, lips sealed tight around his dangling tongue as he drooled and snorted. Inelegantly, foolishly contented.

Yet still she rustled about. Dripping her jizz down her thighs as her cock rested sloppily upon her oversized nuts. Cherno simply laid where he was, watching her pink, swinging tail. She looked unusually animated. Excited about something. And of course he was looking at that fine round rump when she bent down to retrieve something. Big fat rat cock or no, he'd never seen a female form he'd admired more. He wanted to just hug close to her, squeeze her, kiss her, adore her. Taste and sniff her until her indescribably sweet flavour was the only thing he knew. There was no longer any such thing as too close to her.

She had another vial in her hand. And a grin on her face. He was barely able to contain his excitement at knowing there was another experiment coming. No matter how drained he might have felt. His energy flagged only briefly, renewed by his enthusiasm, and by the plague inside his body. Changing him. Fuelling him. Even mutating him in new and interesting ways. He had no idea what it was really doing to him, but every moment he spent as her carrier was one he was content. And so when she came close and tipped that mystery fluid towards his lips, he lapped it right up without question. Every single drop.

Almost immediately, he felt the restraints on his wrists loosening. He wondered how she did that. She didn't reach over and adjust them at all. Simply stood there looming above, wearing an amused expression. One that grew slightly more intimidating the longer he observed her. Was she growing bigger? Her eyes brighter? He pulled his hands up to his chest once they were free, watching as she towered taller and taller, never quite truly realizing what was happening to him until he was barely any bigger than her hand.

He didn't resist when she reached down and wrapped her fingers tightly around his naked, soaked form, bringing her up close to her face. He sucked in her breath, letting it roll through his senses. He was already thoroughly infected. But a little more just made it better. Just like with the leopard, he thought for a moment her intentions were to eat him. That look in her eyes, gleaming there before him, bright enough to reflect upon his slick fur, was pure hunger. He'd never seen such a predatory rat. One snap of her jaws and he'd be gone. Joining with her. It almost sounded acceptable with him. Feeding her, sustaining her, becoming just another part of her self-experimentation.

Her intentions were different than that. If not by much. Rather than nibble on him, she instead lowered him right down. Let him touch and kiss the tip of her cock once more. This time it was much bigger than his entire body. He was instantly kneading his hands over everything he could reach. Licking, tasting, cleaning. Barely even squirming when his attention to the broad, dark gape of her cockslit became more internal as she slowly pushed his head inside. He felt a hard clench around his face, and the wet sound that went with the inward tug sounded strangely like a gulp.

With his antlers short and stubby like that, he was a soft, slick toy to effortlessly, but firmly stuff down her dick. He could only respond with muted awe. Every swallowing squeeze of her shaft was dragging him deeper. Bulging him down its shining ebony length. Basting him in those tainted fluids. Taking him down towards the very source of her plague. Letting him listen to her seed churning, swimming all about within her massive sack. Ready to embrace him. To fill him and mark him with the perfect scent.

He was cumming soon, and it only continued. A mindless orgasm, fully submitting to her as his curves were slurped right up into her shaft. She didn't have to push upon his hooves. Simply flexing taut around him pulled him deeper. He glazed himself in his own cum, flowing steady, locked in perpetual climax that never went away. There was no more noise he could make. No more squirms or wriggles. Only a paralyzed, delirious buck vanishing into the depths of the rat's fat dick. Twitching down to his hooves as they disappeared within. Only his curvy shape was left, outlined in the black, sliding his way down and plunging deep into her sack. He barely managed to pull a deep breath before he went diving beneath the surface of her fresh, rich cum.

In time he shifted around and got his head back up where he could breathe air. Though it was mostly musk, rising hot from the sloshing load that enveloped him up to his neck. There was barely any room for him, but he wasn't worried. He couldn't possibly panic when he was dipped right into a bath of plague rat cum. It oozed into his orifices, adding to the load inside him. His body jolted and tingled with all manner of unpredictable changes. He felt himself growing bulkier, thicker, softer. All of those rapid alterations were visible where he was outlined in her nuts. She was simply sitting to the side, massaging him, kneading at her cock-prey while she murmured to herself in delight. He was already starting to soften.

She simply sat back, cupping at her balls as they filled to the brim with cum. Churning up another load. Thicker than all those that came before. Cherno was adding to it with every tight clench. Her balls alternated between squeezing up close to him, forming a skin-tight outline of his form, and then releasing to sag and bounce, loudly sloshing until they settled. She retrieved one last thing from the side table. An oversized condom, not for her size but for her productivity. She smoothly slipped it down to the base of her shaft, already making it start to stretch with how much pre slipped from her tip with every flex.

The buck was still cumming. He hadn't stopped. He was burning through every one of his senses in that chamber. Worshipping her scent in manic huffs until he was simply numb. Drinking it and tasting it until he was just mindlessly gulping, missing out on flavour. And his climax simply proved too much. It was making him lose control of the rest of his body. Slumping, slipping under, unable to reemerge from beneath the musky surface. But that didn't matter to him. He was going to be more than just her carrier. He was going to melt and serve her as part of her great plague itself.

As he began to lose his shape, extremities vanishing into the mix of cum, she started stroking at herself more vigorously. First with one hand, and then two. Having a seat on the side of the table to steady herself, she gritted her teeth and squinted her eyes tight, pumping herself with increasing speed. She never seemed to tire. Never ran out of energy or sexual stamina. Her pre was oozing, gushing out. Filling up the bottom of the condom, the watery load swinging back and forth beneath her tip. And Cherno was only growing more indistinct. All that was left was to finish him off.

She did it without a second thought. It just meant continuing what she was doing. Pumping her cock in that double-fisted grip, and clenching her nuts up tight around the dwindling bulge of deer. He could still feel the pressure, if little else. Could hear the sloshing from all around him growing louder in an intimidating churn. She was squeezing, clenching, crushing his softened form inside her balls. Taking him from solid buck to inseparable from the rest of her cum. His features melted down into cream like all the rest. And his orgasm finally ceased as he vanished into the load jostling within her bloated balls. Where his climax ended, hers began.

She kept her fingers wrapped tightly around the base of the latex sheath on her cock. Just to be sure it stayed in place once hit with the full force of her prey-fuelled cumshot. In an instant, that condom was ballooning out with her seed, sagging right down to the floor with a satisfying splot. Even shrunken down, he'd contributed to her productivity in an impressive way. Leaving her rocking back and forth, her eyes shut tight, her toes curled and tail twitching as she unloaded pints of rat jizz from those hefty nuts. An impossible amount to be certain, even for someone as potent as her, but it simply kept coming. Until she'd creamed the condom full to nearly the size that churned-up cervine had once been before being shrunk and consumed.

She was cumming for minutes straight, lost in her own pleasure. Finally overwhelmed by something, at least for as long as that spurt lasted. Streaming down and wiggling about beneath the latex, finished off with a few last shots that were thinner, but hardly less excessive. A bit of extra cream upon the mess. A massive load milked from her in thanks to her loyal subject. She took some time to steady, humming to herself as she licked her lips. Fondly recalling the way he felt sliding down her cock, savouring the warm sensation of his essence joining with herself.

Feeding him to her member was only going to make her more potent. More productive. More capable of spreading the plague that lived within her. Not even minutes from infection, and he had already been so willing to give her whatever she had wanted. Now he was jostling all about within a condom. Once she was done basking in her glow, she pulled it off her cock and tied the top off tight. Strong as she was, it still took both hands to properly heft it over to her sizable sample fridge. Where he would stay.

She made a label with a nearby machine, the day of his conversion to rat cum neatly printed beneath his name and species. Along with a candid photo of his unknowing face. She stuck it upon a large plastic container, one she hauled her load into with just a little effort. Into the fridge he went, alongside dozens of others. All of them labelled just like him, all of them simply cooling cum in her collection. Used and studied for further purposes, but otherwise just a specimen. Maybe even a trophy.

He would have certainly served her well as her loyal carrier. Working to lure in others and tempt them with the promise of a miracle cure for their ailments. But on the other hand, he looked marvellous as a thick load of her plague-touched seed, slowly cooling in her fridge, sealed up tight and secure. There was nothing to stop her from potentially reversing the process in the future. Anything she could do, she could undo with enough work. His current state wasn't neccessarily permanent. But until she made a decision, it was indefinite.

She considered the practicality of her options, tapping at her front teeth for a moment, gazing into the cooling unit. Then she simply shrugged to herself, closing the door behind her as she set out to have a shower so she could return to her work and study. She could decide on his fate later. There were so many other things for her to think about that proved more pressing to her mind at the time.