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Vix stood and watched while Mason went into details about the procedure that he had underwent. The whole things lasted almost 2 hours. In that time Vix wandered around the room taking in the experience. She felt the eyes of all those in the room either following her around or looking directly at Mason's exposed cock. Mason clapped and most of the people present filed out quickly, with several of them starting to make phone calls. Vix wondered what they were telling those on the other end. She eyed a tray full of pastries and coffee and decided that she wanted something. She picked up a plump looking donut, biting into it she immediately was taken back by how good it tasted. Mason broke off a conversation with a remaining board member and walked over to her.

"Grass is greener, the sky is bluer, and the food tastes better, right" he asked. Vix nodded her mouth still full of jelly.

A man walked over, "Mister Mason, we will continue this conversation later, do you understand me?" he asked, looking over Mason's body.

"Sure thing Leo, now if you'll excuse me, me and miss Vix still need to run some tests on our new bodies" Mason said, dismissing the man. Vix caught him mumble something under his breath but couldn't make it out. Mason looked back down at Vix, "So Miss Vix, shall we?" Mason gestured out of the room.

"Back to your office?" she asked, putting the donut down on the tray.

"Yes", he offered his hand as he said so.

"Why thank you, Mister Mason" she said, letting him wrap his arm around her. Both left the room and looked at each other, ignoring the gazes of the countless employees that had been staring since Mason had dramatically carried Vix out of his office and into the conference room. "They're looking at us, you know" Vix said her gaze still locked on Mason.

Mason shot a few looks around the room before looking back at Vix, "Does that bother you?" he asked.

"No, just never thought of myself as..." she looked away and Mason was sure if she could she would have been blushing, "voyeuristic."

Her gaze still directed away from Mason, he took a hand and shifted it back toward his face. "I'm sure most of them are staring at me" he said.

"No, no, I... like it. It... make me feel sexy" she said in a hushed tone as she buried herself in Masons chest. God she was adorable, Mason mused optimistically before his train of thought was derailed.

"Mason, what the actual fuck did you do to yourself" a voice rang out.

"Frank, you like what you see" Mason turned to face a lanky man in a suit. Vix recognized him as the VP Frank Thornton.

"I knew you..." Frank looked back and forth before leaning in and whispering, "liked that stuff but this is fucking crazy man, please tell me this is reputable, and didn't blow our operating budget."

"Weren't you at the meeting?" Vix asked him. Frank looked over at her, looked up and down and turned back to Mason.

"It's reputable" Mason nodded.

"Reliable?"

"I've only run two tests", Mason responded, "It's safe, I'm not a liquid, yet" Mason grinned.

Frank pinched the bridge of his nose and looked down at the floor. After a moment he looked over at Vix, "You would be...? I don't recognize you."

Vix extended her hand, "Vix Klyn, I'm a biochemist in R and D." Frank shook the fox's hand and nodded.

"Are you two... a thing now?" Frank asked.

Vix again seemed like she was going to blush if she could. "Well, we... did do some... stuff," she muttered.

"It's casual at the moment Frank" Mason told him. Frank looked back at the fox and saw her ears seem to sag a bit, he looked back up and gave Mason a look she didn't catch.

"Ok, you, me, and Miss Klyn here are going to have a long talk about this, I'll be back in a few hours, gotta take care of some lawyers". He said as he walked off.

Mason looked down at Vix, "Where's that sexy confidence you had back in my office?", he asked her.

She looked up and instantly brightened when she saw his wide grin. She leaned into him and said, "Right here, cowboy."

Frank wandered off to the conference room looking for something to eat to help him think. Mason had always been the brains of their operation, he had alway secured the funding. Now he knew what the end game was for this. Mason had talked about something like this for years under the guise of medical purposes, and that was true... to a degree. The two had met in high school and had gotten each other through college. In that time Frank had had a few close encounters of the furry kind when Mason had loaned him his computer. Not that he had ever cared about it that much, he just asked that he put that shit on a secure hard drive, which he never did.

Now he had went and turned himself into a walking, talking pile of rubber, what the fuck was he going to do. Well on the bright side he had to admit that there was definitely a market to explore for this, both medically speaking, and 'recreationally' speaking.

He rounded the door into the conference room and his heart sank. The pastries... were gone. He grabbed an intern by the shoulder and looked at the man. His eyes penetrated deeply into the man's soul and the intern felt like his life was flashing before his eyes as he stared back into the eyes of a man who could undo him. "Do you know where the doughnuts from the meeting got to?"

Lilly pushed the cart of pastries back toward the service elevator munching on a raspberry crepe. She had taken the long way around in an attempt to snatch up any other deserted desserts from various morning meetings as was her normal morning routine. She saw the big boss's secretary with her head down on her desk, seemingly stressed out. "You good, Marcy?" she asked.

Marcy looked up to see her kinda friend security guard Lilly, whose last name she didn't know. "So many fucking calls. So... fucking... many..." she said slamming her head down on her desk.

"About what" she asked.

"I don't know. Something about a new product. People aren't making sense and I can't defer to Mason cause he's in a meeting."

"Marcy, have you seen Mason today"? She asked.

"No, I got in late. Why, is he ok?" her head shot up.

"I'm fine, Miss Benny, how are you?" Mason said turning a corner. Marcy's brain stopped working for a solid minute as Mason approached her with Vix under his arm. Mason came up to her desk, "Marcy, you in there?" he asked waving his hand in front of her face.

"Cow?" she asked questioningly.

"Bull" Mason corrected.

"Ahh, I see" she said.

"I'm sorry to spring this on you, I know it must be a shock. But don't worry, I'm still me" he said placing his hand on his peck. Mason turned to see Lilly, "And how's your day going, Lilly" he

asked.

"Great, got this out of the conference room" she said, holding up a crepe.

"You might want to make yourself scarce. Frank is probably looking for some brain food and I know how your people like their leftovers. But first..." Mason hovered over the tray and selected a jelly filled donut.

Lilly saluted the bull man and booked it to the service elevator.

"Eck, dame cream filled" he said taking a bite. He looked over at Marcy and offered the donut.

"Thanks, I could use a pick me up, the phone's been going crazy all morning, I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that's because of you".

Mason suddenly realized that more than a few people had probably posted some pics on-line and that those had probably made the rounds to the normal corporate and business news vultures. "Miss Benny, hold all my calls, put them to the machine. You enjoy your donut, I dont think I'll be getting much done today anyway," he said looking down at Vix. Marcy nodded and tracked the two as they entered Masons office.

Mason and Vix entered his office. "So, how are you liking your new body" Mason asked her. "It is quite nice" she said looking up at him still wrapped around him arm. "However, your body is a bit... dark?" She asked the room, still looking at him.

A quizzical look on his face, Mason repeated the word. "Dark?"

"Yeah, I'm so bright and colorful," she said, stroking her orange and white tipped tail for effect. "You're only black."

Mason examined his body. She did have a point: Vix's stunning whites, oranges, and blacks, all served to accentuate her body and drew his eyes to all her most valuable assets. While his jet black visage with minimal whites on his body really only served to gleam and reflect the light. "Ok," He said, drawing her to his chest, "how would you fix me then?" he asked looking down at her.

Vix mockingly put a finger to her chin and grinned. "First, go sit down on your desk over there" she seemed to command rather than ask.

"Yes sir" Mason said making a mock salute.

After he took his seat Vix looked up and down at him. "So, can I change your color?" she asked.

"Yes, the nanites can interpret your thoughts and read them as either conscious or unconscious. That way you dont go turning everyone around you into things. Plus, your own bots are bound to you so they disintegrate once they get far enough away from body," Mason answered.

"Ok, but then how did yours make mine?" she asked, looking down at the floor and pondering for minute, forgetting about Masons color.

Mason lifted a hand and began explaining. "Short version is they do what the user they serve wants, if the user wants to create a new user with his or her own bots than they can do that, it's in their programming. There's a lot of complexities that I had to work out with people."

With that Vixel's head shot up, "I thought you developed this on your own" she asked.

Mason cocked his head back and laughed. "Are you nuts, I just hid my activities from the board because I knew I had a winner that they would never fund. I have a small but dedicated team of off-the-books coders, artists, and biologists helping me with this." He paused and pointed at himself. "Mostly because they all want bodies like this, and yours" he finished and pointed at Vixal with another predatory smile.

Vix, her questions for the moment satisfied, moved in closer to Mason. She took both her hands and placed them under his chin. She lifted his head up and kissed him on the lips. "Ok Mister Mason, so if I thought that maybe your head should be a nice shade of light brown-" as she said this Mason's face turned that color.

He held a hand to hers, "that feels tingly," he said their faces less than an inch apart.

"Ok then, now how about a nice pink nose" she said. The nose also followed suit.

Mason smiled, "Well how do I look?" he asked.

"Well your face, at least, makes it seem you'd make a pretty good steak" she said licking her lips. Mason closed his eyes and mooed loudly. Mason opened his eyes and saw Vix still in close. "You can do that?" she asked him, her hands down on his shoulders now already changing their color to a light brown.

"Yeah, now how about you finish changing my colors to something you like, so we can..." before he could finish Vix embraced him.

The two locked themselves in a passionate embrace for a few seconds before they broke and Vix said, "How about I take my time, and make you feel real nice in the process".

Mason grinned and nodded and let her go to work.

---

Half a world away a man in a basement in central New Jersey went wide eyed and looked over to the man seated across the room. "Yo Estaban, I finally fixed the code."

Estaban looked back over at his partner and friend Quency. "Fixed?" he asked, his heart pounding and his eyes going wide.

"Yeah, the cut off, I finally got the distances right and the interactions with biologicals fixed" he said.

Estaban looked at his partner wide eyed, "You said you fixed it two days ago" he said coolly.

"What, ohh that was the efficiency module. It runs way better now; shaved like ten seconds off the boot time."

"I FUCKING SENT MASON THE CODE LAST NIGHT FOR A FULL SCALE TEST" Estaban yelled from his seat.

Both men started scrambling to fix their mistake. The code now running on Masons nanites was running an error, and should Masons nanites come into contact with any other biological material those nanites would bond with whatever organic material it encountered. They had no self destruct range most importantly, and they would bind with any human intelligence and begin acting in service to that mind with no safety mechanisms.

---

Marcy finished the donut and leaned back in her chair. She heard a buzz over the intercom, "Marcy, I forgot to tell you Frank should be coming back around. Just give me a few minutes warning when he does". Marcy told him she would and leaned back again. The answering machine was already full and that worked fine for her. Mason had given her his express permission to slack off and as such she was not going to let this opportunity go to waste. A nap was in her future and nothing was going to stop her.

Her stomach groaned a bit and she winced slightly. "Ah, bad donut maybe," she pondered out loud. "Fuck it," she said, leaning back and drifting off to sleep. Marcy opened her eyes to find herself someplace else. She looked around discovering she was in a bed, which was all she could discern from the room. All the other fixtures and details seemed blurred and distant. She rolled over and saw Mason, fully erect, lying next to her. "Mister Mason..." she blurted, looking down she saw that she two was naked. "Uhh..." she said, looking up again.

Mason held a finger to her lips. He placed one his hands behind her head and drew her in. Her skin pressed up against his black latex form. "So smooth," she said, rubbing her head against his pectorals. She looked up at him and locked eyes with his. He came down and crushed his lips to hers. He wrapped his arms around her and flipped the two of them over leaving her lying on his chest.

Marcy broke the embrace and lid down his body smiling drunkenly, her thoughts becoming cloudy as she progressed. She felt Mason grab her ass and pull her down where she felt the tip of something brush against her ass. Marcy locked eyes with Mason, he licked his thick bovid lips and smiled. She smiled back as she inched backward and pushed the tip of Masons length into her rear. Marcy had never done anal before but she knew enough from a few films she had seen. She sat up, still facing Mason, she now felt his full length inside of her and she idly wondered how she

could fit the foot long so deep in her ass. Her thoughts were interrupted when Mason grabbed her hips and snorted, he grinned and began moving Marcy up and down gently. She got the hint and began gyrating on his length, keeping it mostly inside of her at first as she learned the motion. She moaned and huffed as her actions grew faster and faster and her ass puckered as Masons length oozed pre which trickled out around his girth. Her snatch steadily grew wetter. Mason kept his hand firmly planted on her rump as he too huffed and groaned in pleasure. Marcy felt a spasm in Mason's member and cocked her back as he grabbed her ass firmly and pulled her down, ramming his length deep inside her. Mason and Marcy climaxed simultaneously, a stream of wetness leaking from her snatch and a small stream of white cum dripping from her ass. She collapsed onto Mason and drew her arms around his bare chest. She felt his length slowly slide out of her, unleashing a small torrent of white seed that he had jammed inside of her virgin-

Marcy awoke with a start and she immediately felt the wetness in her pants causing her to curse under her breath. "Fuck that felt real," she thought to herself. For a monment she sat there in her soiled panties and pondered the dream. Did she like Mason like that? She had never been attracted to him that way when he looked normal, but he still seemed to be himself. Then she turned introspective and wondered why did she dream of him as a bull man and not his human self. Did people like that kind of thing she wondered idly. Did she perhaps? Marcy, despite being a creature of the 21st century, lacked an appreciation for the vast number of sub-cultures that had developed around the internet. It did not help that she herself had somewhat vanilla tastes when it came to sex and as such she lacked an understanding of the kinkier sides of life. She wondered how long Frank would take to return: she knew the man had a nice private bathroom, shower included, and given her situation she decided that a hot shower would do her wonders.

She entered Franks office where she found a note from his secretary saying that she was leaving early. One less thing for her to deal with she thought. She looked casually around the room at Franks collection of hunting memorabilia: a stuffed bucks head, a hunting rifle, and a few other odds and ends that she characterized as redneck in nature. She looked around one last time and entered the private bathroom. She had never been in it before, and while Frank was usually a nice guy he was always a hard ass about his bathroom. And after flipping on the light she saw why. Her face was drawn in just from the absurdity: it was similar to the 'Dogs Playing Poker' piece, only the dogs had been replaced with humanoid deer. And they were naked? All the bucks around the table sported erections as they played a game of poker, and she saw why: instead of facing their cards all the bucks eyes seemed to be drawn to a doe carrying a tray full of beer. She was also naked and well endowed. The detail on all the deer in the picture was amazing.

She idly thought about why Frank had placed it in his private bathroom but dismissed that as she studied the female deer in more detail. After a few minutes of staring she undressed and turned the water on. As she waited for it to warm she turned back to the picture and thought she could see why someone would what a body like that. But now she wondered, did she. She gritted her teeth deciding yeah, she could kinda want to see what a body like that felt. After this maybe she would ask Mason about it, see if she could try it out or something. She thought about it more now, yeah, she would make a drop dead sexy doe.

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Vix stood up admiring Mason's new color scheme, loving it. "You look so much better." she said, her eyes narrowing and her smile turning predatory again.

"How good?" he asked, looking at her and smirking as he leaned back.

"Good enough to eat, baby" she said coming closer to him.

"Hey Vix, uhhh..." Mason said, breaking his trend of being sexy and confident for the first time since the test chamber.

Vix was taken back by this and dropped her sexy act as well. "Something wrong, Mason?" she asked.

"No... but um" he leaned forward now and twiddled his fingers a bit. "How would you feel about say, accompanying me to dinner tonight?" he asked her, breaking eye contact. He looked at the ceiling momentarily before locking laser focus onto her deep blue eyes again.

Vix was taken back a bit, and granted, the two had been having amazing kinky sex all of that morning but now here was her boss pouring out his heart to her. Vix smiled warmly and replied, "Why Mister Mason, are you trying to seduce me?"

"Uhh..." he stammered nervously for a second. "Yes." he answered.

Vix assumed that if he could still blush or sweat he would be doing both right now. "I accept," she said kissing him on his nose and leaning back.

Mason touched his nose as if to confirm something and looked back at Miss Vix. Vix in return resumed her sexy talk and said, "Now Mister Mason, I believe I said you were good enough to eat. Would you care to guess where I would like to start?"

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Lilly got off the elevator, crepe in mouth, and entered the security office which occupied about a fourth of the floor. A lot people were absent that morning. She wheeled the cart in and saw her boss Avery sitting in the camera room and bee-lined over towards her. "Morning Miss A, got the good stuff from upstairs." she said, entering the room.

"Good Lilly, now come take a look at this" she said, grabbing a danish from the tray. Lilly walked over to the screen and saw Mason's jaunt through the office queued up. "Crazy fool went and turned his dumb ass into a fucking sexy latex bull" she said, munching on her danish.

"Sexy, ma'am?" Lilly asked, looking through the tray for something good.

"Not my personal taste but yeah, look at him there, hung like a... well a bull, I guess" she said, leaning back in her chair and taking a sip of coffee. Lilly looked over at her boss questioningly: she had known Avery for the last five years as a fair but firm kinda person with a twisted but funny sense of humor and an openness about herself that she found charming.

"You like that kinda stuff?" she asked her boss as she pointed at Mason.

"Yup, no sense in denying now, the fucking second he gets whatever he did ready for more testing I'm dragging my ass down there and having what he had."

Lilly was far too invested in this conversation to back out now so she pressed her boss further, half motivated to find out more about her desire and the other half just to see how graphic this was gonna get. "So you wanna be a bull then?" she asked.

Avery looked up at her and shot her a look. Lilly raised her hands in mock surrender. "No, I have a different body type imagined" she said, sipping her coffee and shifting her gaze back to the monitor.

Her radio buzzed and a voice came through, "Hey Avery, that weird guy is back by the front entrance, should I give him the boot again or you want me to call the cops?"

"Get the cops. That's the fourth time this month. Maybe a stint in a cell will knock some sense into that wacko," she said to the voice.

"Roger that, ma'am" the voice confirmed.

"Nick seems to be coming along well," Lilly said.

"Yeah, ever since I scared the living shit out of him he's been a model employee. If he keeps it up I might just bump him up a rung or two," Avery responded without looking up.

"So, if not a cow, then what" Lilly pressed.

Avery looked at her with a stare that could cut through metal, "Why are you so interested in this?" she asked.

"Slow day, but also our boss turned himself and some chick into rubber animal people and now you are saying you want to be one too, that's all" Lilly said without pausing. She fished out a jelly donut, "Ah hell, somebody took a bite from this one" she almost yelled angrily.

She was about to throw it out when Avery reached over and took it. "Don't let food go to waste," she said, biting into the jelly filled goodness. Lilly looked at her boss quizzically. "What," Avery, said shrugging. The look persisted. Avery swallowed and went on, "Come on, you spend enough time in the army a little thing like a bite out of a donut isn't gonna discourage you."

"Got it. Now, rubber animal people" Lilly demanded, crossing her arms.

"You know I'm your boss right, I don't have to tell you shit" she said with a more militant tone.

"Yeah, but I'm also the only other one around here that you like talking to," she said.

Avery laughed and finally answered. "Ok, you got me. Personally..." she looked left and right, I'd want to be a dog, a doberman, with a big set a gazongas, but I want some fur on this skin, not latex, that's not my thing."

Lilly seemed to accept that and she went for another donut. "Now don't go around telling people that" Avery told her. Lilly saluted her boss and left the room. Avery watched as she rounded the corner, and thought to herself, "why the fuck did I just tell her that". She looked down at the monitor, and finished off the jelly filled donut which she thought tasted kinda funny.

---

The water felt good on Marcy's skin, it was almost as if she felt all her problems for the day washing away with the water. No more calls, no more answering, no more directions. She rubbed her shoulders trying her best to release some of her own tension.

"I need a fucking massage" she said. Idly, her mind still wandered around the picture hanging in Frank's bathroom. "I would make a kick ass deer," she said, running the water through her hair again.

As the thought persisted and became more tangible, less idle and more concrete, she started to give her appearance as a deer some thought. First, she would have to have a cute bushy tail. As this thought came across her mind a small nub appeared at the bass of her spin and grew slowly. Next, her mind wandered to Mason's body. Did she want to be rubbery? She decided that she could try it; it looked like it felt good to be smooth and shiny. Her tail formed more quickly now as it turned brown and gained a white tip; smooth to the touch, shiny latex. The more she thought about it the more sure she became, "Yeah, shiny, smooth latex" she declared out loud.

Next, she thought about her legs. Did she want deer legs, hooves and all? Probably, she grinned. With her eyes closed she thought about her nice smooth legs: brown like a deer's but with a white inside strip that would guide the eye straight to her sex. Her thought translated to reality as her feet reshaped themselves into hooves and her legs toned up, revealing muscles, as the white and brown latex spread upward.

Marcy kept her eyes closed as she imagined her body. She felt a warmth from inside her and felt compelled to explore herself a bit. Three fingers found their way into her warm slit and probed around a bit. She wondered what her vagina would look like. Normal, she decided, but it would be white and shiny. She grinned, leaning against the shower wall with her side. The changes continued to spread as Marcy imagined herself as a deer, her white belly, navel, and chest and her brown back, all smooth and shiny.

Her body reflected her wishes and next her mind was drawn to her hands as she explored her self. The fingertips thickened and turned black as her hands turned brown on the top and white on the bottom. The changes spread down her arms, toning them up and turning her skin brown and white. The changes rounded her shoulders and linked up with those spreading up from her torso. She thought now about her breasts, covered in crisp white with pink nipples; bouncy and perky. They grew to fit her wishes as her changes progressed.

Finally she felt something wrong and she opened her eyes in time for the changes to crest her neck. Looking down, she saw her body and jumped out of the shower. She looked in the mirror in time to see her own face push out into a muzzle and she watched in silent fascination and horror as her skin turned white around her new muzzle and as her nose turned black she touched her finger to it. She blinked hard and when she opened her eyelids again she saw her eyes had turned a lustful shade of green. Her face was mostly covered in brown latex with white circles around her eyes, mouth, nose, and cheeks. Her ears shifted and eventually formed into points at the top of her skull. Pink colored in the centers of each ear while white formed a barrier between it and the brown that ran along the outside and back. Her hair was the last thing which turned a dark brown, darker than her new skin, which shortened in the back while lengthening in the front until it draped down her face and covered her left eye.

She placed both her hands on the skin and studied her new body. "What the fuck" she said as she looked at herself in the mirror.

She turned around to look at her back and saw her tail, unconsciously she twitched it, finding a new muscle that she somehow knew how to use. She also saw that her figure had filled out nicely, finding her ass plump but not overly so. "Fuck I am sexy" she said shaking her ass and twitching her tail. She placed her hand to her face and chuckled, "and cute," she said, admiring herself.

She thought about what she should do now. She decided that talking to Mason was probably the best course of action. She idly thought again about his massive cock inside her and she looked back at the shower. First, she thought, a bit of self indulgence and then quickly right back to Mason. She went back to the shower and, unaccustomed to her new feet, lost her balance on the slippery, tiled floor. She cried out and fell backwards, striking her head on the sink as she did so. Marcy crumbled to the floor unconscious but otherwise fine.

---

Avery had finally broken her gaze with Mason's body after a further fifteen minutes of careful study. A quick check of the internet also revealed that Mason's little secret was already out of the bag. The internet and the company were already swamped with requests for the treatment. Avery sipped at her third cup of coffee, this one was decaf. She wondered if people in the company would be given the option of the treatment complimentary or discounted once it, whatever it was, went public or entered another round of testing. Then she thought back to her conversation with Lilly, "Eh, she knows how to keep her mouth shut, even if she is dating Nick."

Avery liked Lilly, she was calm, professional, and measured, plus she had been a cop for the better part of 10 years. So other than Avery, with her three decade long stint in the army, Lilly was the most qualified person around. Lilly didn't know that Avery knew her and Nick were dating, but Avery just knew everything that was going on in the building. The only reasons she had not out-right fired Nick was because Lilly had vouched for him. Not that it mattered much anyway, Nick had been on the straight and narrow since then and that was good enough for her.

She finished her coffee and went to the bathroom. As she walked she cursed that she still couldn't get the taste of that donut out of her mouth, there was probably a reason that somebody had taken a bite of it and then put it back.

She turned a corner and saw the women's room was being cleaned. Indifferently, she continued past and strode into the men's room. She found it empty and went to a stall. After a few minutes she exited and studied her face in the mirror. Youth was not on her side any longer, she was on the long side of 50 and stress from an earlier period of her life had conspired to turn her once light brown hair white.

"You're definitely getting up there" she told herself. She rolled a sleeve of her shirt up and flexed her arms, while never overly muscular she still prided herself on being fit. Her reminiscing turning toward dreaming as her mind now wandered to Mason's procedure. Looking in the mirror she said to her reflection, "Big, Busty, Doberman, yeah, that'll be me soon." She chuckled at the thought.

She noticed a dark spot on her nose. She touched it and it felt different than skin. "What-"

she started to say, but was cut off by when she felt a pressure building in her face. Her nose and jaw pushed out forming a canine muzzle and her teeth sharpened. Avery put a hand to the side of her head when she felt her ears shrinking into her skull and then reappear at the top forming distinct points. After a minute Avery looked up from the floor. Her reflection looked back at her, still aged and still her face, but now a doberman stared back at her.

She quickly put both hands to her cheeks and felt along her muzzle, pricking her finger on her sharp teeth. She lifted her lips to examine them as well. Her whole head from her neck up was covered in a short black fur which she rubbed her hand against just to be sure. She had a wet nose now and her eyelids had grown a thin layer of light brown fur... She fiddled with her ears a bit. Her white hair remained in its tight bun.

She grinned, decidedly giddy like a schoolgirl. "YES" she shouted. This was something that for her had been a long time coming and now was finally true. Looking in the mirror again she found the fur from her neck was spreading down around her shoulders. Her smile widened, "Not done with me yet are you" she said.

She removed her clothing and watched in the mirror as the the fur parted around her breasts staying a black color all around, her skin turned brown and her breasts began to swell. She gasped as she felt them expanding: everything about this experience felt good. Next the fur spread down her arms covering both with coarse, black fur. She felt her hands shift a bit and looked down at them to see her hands devolve into a more paw like shape. She flexed her fingers and found they still had the same range of motion however. Her gaze was drawn back to her still expanding breasts, where she noticed a few drops of a white substance leaking from her nipples. As the brown skin spread over both her breasts she felt a thin layer of fur grow out, light brown, like that on her eyelids. Then she saw her nipples change color to a dark black similar to the fur surrounding each breast. They continued to swell until they reached three inches in diameter, dripping with what she could only assume was milk.

She eyed her fur and admired the dark luster. With that thought a shiver went down her spine, "My fur" she said, looking lustfully at herself in the mirror. "My sexy, sexy fur," now ogling her basketball sized tits. The fur continued to spread as Avery was further and further lost in her own visage.

Down the hall and to the left Nick and Lilly rounded a corner, "He threw a bottle of piss at you?" she asked incredulously.

"Yup" Nick said clearly indignant at his situation.

"And the cops?" she asked.

"Tased the ever living fuck out of him" he said. In his hand was a clean uniform, and on his face was an expression of pure hatred.

"Well, at least he probably won't be around here for much more" Lilly said.

Nick knew she was right: if all went well he would never have to deal with that prick again. He motioned to the bathroom, "I'm gonna go change. Meet me in the security room?" he asked motioning over toward it.

"I'll be waiting" she said kissing him on the check and walking off. Nick rubbed his cheek and watched his girlfriend run off. She was the best he thought to himself.

He entered the men's room and immediately was pinned up to the wall. "Hey Nick," a sultry voice said. Nick was dumbfounded; he had been pinned against the door by what seemed to be a dog of some kind, except his head now rested between two large, humanoid breasts. He saw a paw like hand reach out and turn a latch on the door. He looked at the face of the dog thing as it spoke. "I don't want any interruptions, mister sexy" she said.

Nick recognized the sultry voice after a second, "Avery, is that you?" He asked too shocked at the turn of events to yell.

"Guilty," she said, looking at him hungrily.

Avery was in essence drunk on her own hormones now, the nanites running through her system were producing the pheromones Mason had mentioned in amounts that could be deemed unsafe. Both she and Nick were breathing them in. Avery looked lustily at the younger man almost half her age, he had a buff physique, like a statue of marble she through to herself.

Nick looked down at the breasts currently pressed against him, he felt so warm in their embrace. He felt a warm liquid running down the front of him. He looked at Avery, she gazed at him drooling a bit, a hungry look in her eyes. "What exactly do you want, Avery" he asked sheepishly.

Avery released him and he slid down to the floor, she followed him and inches from his face she whispered into his ear, "Your big fat cock in my wet pussy." With that Avery ripped off Nick's clothing, leaving him with nothing but tatters, she found Nick had not been wearing underwear. "Nick, you know going commando is against the rules but just this once I think I will make an exception, just for you."

Nick felt that he should be resisting her, he did have a girlfriend after all, but something felt right about all this. He wanted her, he liked that she wanted him. What Nick did not know was that the nanites pouring from Avery's body into his were shaping him to her ever-twisting desires.

Avery placed both her breasts around Nicks cocks and began to give the man a boob job. By now Avery had morphed completely into her ideal doberman body, her feet were more dog like and her legs and hips were completely covered with a coarse black fur. Nick felt the supple flesh of Avery's tits massage his throbbing cock which started to drip with pre as his mind went numb from the pleasure. Avery saw her man's cock begin to grow and throb harder with each second until its head poked from inside her breasts. Staring at it wantonly she licked the tip with her tongue, driving it to spasm hard, sending white semen every which way.

Nick looked down at her, "That was amazing" he said, but he still felt a need inside him. "More, Avery, I want more" he said. Avery had hoped he would say that. She leaned her head down and started giving the man a blow job.

She glanced over and saw his feet already had begun to change. Fur was creeping up his legs and thighs, a coarse black like hers. She continued to suck on his dick as it grew to 16 inches and Avery gladly accepted his length into her mouth as her tongue danced around it.

Nick's already muscular body began sprouting fur everywhere as Avery's sucking helped to spread the small robots throughout the man's body. His hands morphed and grew claws and a lighter brown fur covered them as the black fur spread across his chest and down his arms. His pecs grew and formed further, the fur clung to each of his muscles giving them greater shape and definition as he sank deeper into his changes. Avery continued sucking as Nick's balls furred up and grew slightly larger, throbbing and spasming. She felt with her tongue the bulging veins in his cock as more and more blood flowed to the organ. She felt another hard twitch and exploited it, deep-throating the cock as it jerked in orgasm once again. Thick globs of cum flowed into Avery and down her throat, seemingly unending but soon it subsided and Avery looked up her lover.

His body was all doberman now: furry, sexy, and buff. His peck were covered in light brown fur, but the rest of his six pack sported coarse black fur like her own. His hands had brown fur up past his wrists until it meet with black fur. His legs were all black except for a line of brown that went down his inner thigh to his ankle. All that was left was his face, and already the fur spread upward, a light brown along the front of his neck and black for the rest of the circumference.

Nick was breathing heavy now, seemingly spent from the back to back orgasms.

"Almost done, baby" she said, pulling herself upward to his face. "You're gonna be beautiful when I'm done with you," she kissed him with those words. He returned the kiss, locking himself in a deep embrace with his mate.

Nick was largely drunk on the pheromones now, and most of his higher brain function was too cloudy to be of much use. Instead he was running on instinct and that was telling him to fuck the wet bitch in front of him. "Need you," he said between breaths. "Bad" he continued.

"I bet you do" she said. "Here, I'll help you" she lowered herself onto his still hard length and felt him inside her. Nick felt a new energy within him, adrenaline coursed through his veins as his fur spread over his face. He grabbed Avery by the hips and launched forward rolling the two away from the wall and onto the floor.

Avery was taken back by this but it mattered not to her as Nick began pounding away at her. Avery needed only to lay back and enjoy the pounding she was receiving. She did so, watching as his face pushed out, discarding its humanity as a canine muzzle formed covered in light brown fur. She saw in wonder as his wet nose formed and his ears shifted upward. His new face rivalled hers but was infinitely more masculine and his brown muzzle had a strip of black running along the tip. His eyes were shut, his face giving off a look of intense focus and immeasurable pleasure.

Avery closed her eyes and sat back to enjoy the ride. The thrusting came to a stop when all at once both dobermans felt a quickening in their bodies. Both their eyes opened and for a second they shared a deep look of love. For a time it felt as if there bodies were one, and then the orgasm hit both like a freight train. In unison their heads shot backward and both howled as Nick's spasming cock emptied into Avery's pussy.

Nick collapsed onto Avery breathing heavily, he rested her head on her breasts, "So good, Avery so good" he muttered incoherently. The pheromones had effectively shut down both of their higher minds with the two lost in the moment and Avery's orgasm had only served to create more pheromones. Nick rolled off of her to lay next to her on the floor. Both turned their heads to face one another. "Avery, happy?" he asked.

"Avery Happy. Nick happy?" she asked him also.

Nick did not respond, instead he leaned into her and kissed her. "Nick want more" he said, breaking long enough utter the words.

"Avery give Nick more," she said breaking long enough. The two continued kissing and groping each other, until they heard the door latch click and open. Both turned and lustfully gazed at Lilly who had walked blindly into the room.

Lilly was overcome by the pheromones almost instantly and immediately she felt hot and heavy. The air was still filled with the smell of sex. Words escaped her as she saw the doberman man stand and come to her. He stood tall over her by at least a foot. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her head close into his furry chest. "So warm," Lilly said, as she inhaled his scent.

His hands moved down her hips and pulled the pants from her body without any resistance from her. She removed her shirt and looking down saw his throbbing red cock. Lilly was overcome by a powerful horniness. She was unable to do anything but present herself to the stud. Avery remained on the floor still basking in the afterglow of her orgasm.

Nick guided his dick into Lilly's dripping sex and the sight of it revved Avery back up again. She moved a hand down to her snatch and started stroking. Nick's first insertion was gentle, however this changed once he had guided his length into Lilly. Nick grabbed her ass and started thrusting deeper and harder. Lilly was gritting her teeth with each successive thrust, driving her mind white with bliss.

Avery saw light brown bits of fur begin to form in splotches all over her body. Instead of starting in one spot and spreading out, the amount of nanites in the air seemed to make Lilly's transformation simultaneous rather than linear. Avery watched in fascination while she stroked her self as all at once Lilly's hands and feet turned paw-like and sprouted a light brown fur. Her breasts swelled only a bit and rounded out only slightly larger but still plump and firm. Mixes of different shades of dark and light browns formed as the patches developed into a pattern on her body. Nick's thrusting only got faster and rougher and Lilly's eyes had glazed over, her mouth hung open with her mind totally lost in a haze of sexual bliss. Lilly's face pushed out into a muzzle and her ears shifted into a canine position, pointed and perky at the top of her head. Avery watched with curiosity as Lilly formed into a perky white haired german shepherd, rather than a doberman. Nick liked the breed maybe, she thought.

That was the first non sexual thought she had had since the mess in the bathroom had started and it sparked a new train of thought. Lilly's hair had turned a ghostly white and now it grew in length down to her hips. Her tail shot out and immediately began wagging in excitement at the impending orgasm heading her way. Avery had been looking in detached fascination until now, but she had stopped fingering herself and started thinking about her current situation. Nick jammed his cock deep into Lilly as the last of her fur came in and the german shepherd was christened by a torrent of hot spunk. Nick's throbbing cock spasmed his warm goo deep in Lilly and both howled in unison as the excess semen began to drip out of her vagina.

Avery was lost in thought and failed to see the two dogs collapsing toward the floor. They both landed on top of her, pinning her to the floor. Both also seemed to be fast asleep, "Fuuu..." Avery was about to say when she felt a sucking at one of her tits. Lilly, now unconscious probably from the massive shock to her system, was sucking at one of her tits. Avery blushed, stuck underneath the warm bodies of her coworkers. The feeling of Lilly suckling at her tit felt strangely good and Avery resigned herself to it and decided to just roll with whatever came her way. She leaned back, put her head against the floor, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the sucking sensation. The pheromones that had clouded her mind were quickly sucked out of the room by the vents, dispersing themselves throughout the building.

Frank had spent only a fraction of the amount of time at the meeting as he thought he would. The lawyers present had all asked questions about Mason's transformation, questions he explained he did not know the answer to. However, it seemed to be a positive development if nothing else, since that morning their stock price had risen by five percent. Frank decided that all this was a good thing: his company was on the bleeding edge of tech that would probably redefine the world and he had a front row seat. Most importantly though, it afforded him an opportunity he had wished for a long while.

Silently he cursed Mason for exposing him to that furry shit in college: it was the only thing he could get off to now. Mason did not know, at least Frank thought he didn't know. Mason would probably have a shit eating grin on his face for a year if he found out he had gone to the furry side after years of giving him shit about it. He would try and keep it on the down low though, ever since that morning the thought of getting it on with a nicely supple and large breasted doe had been burning in the back of his mind. He passed Mason's office and saw Marcy was gone. He continued on and and went to his own office. His secretary had gone home early and under that pretext he decided to relieve himself of some of the lustful thoughts he had been having all that morning.

He entered his office and locked the door behind him. He disrobed and strode into his bathroom. From a distance he heard the water running. "What the fuck" he said, without breaking stride. Opening the door he found the room filled with steam.

His foot brushed against something, and looking down he saw the object of his dreams. He leaned down to the doe on the floor and felt her. She was smooth to the touch and rubbing his hand down her naval he found she was made of latex. At first he assumed Mason had left a very expensive sex toy in his office as a kind of prank. He saw her chest rise and fall and was shocked to discover that if not flesh and blood she was rubber and latex. Looking around he saw a pile of clothing and recognized a distinct pattern on one of the items that he knew only Marcy to have. "Marcy?" he asked the room. He leaned her up and propped her against the wall. "Marcy?" he asked again, only inches from her face when he saw a twitch in her eye.

Marcy blinked a few times and the world came slowly into focus. She felt drunk and dazed. She heard a voice calling her name. "Yeah," she said drunkenly as she stretched her arms. A sharp pain ran through her head and she held a finger to her temple. The sensation of latex on latex snapped her out of her drunk state. Her eyes shot open and she looked down at her hands seeing not her normal human fingers and hands, but smooth and shiny brown and white latex with black nub fingertips. "AHHHHHHH!" she screamed out.

Frank fell backward in surprise. Marcy looked upward at the movement and screamed again. Looking down she saw she was naked and her hands came down to cover her exposed bits. "Frank, what" she said looking around confused, her memory fractured.

"Marcy, is that you?" he asked, leaning against the shower.

Looking over she saw he was also naked."Yeah, it's me," she said, pressing her head against the back wall and looking up, trying to put her memory back together.

"You're a doe" he said trailing off, looking at her. Marcy's arms fell to her sides and she again put a hand to her temple. "What happened to you?" Frank asked.

She made a strange look on her face, "I wanted to take a shower and then..." she squinted hard, "I had a weird dream and next thing I knew I was a deer," she said looking herself over, "I think I slipped and hit my head.

"Ok come on, let's get you up," Frank said, standing. He grabbed a towel and helped her up, wrapping it around her. He looked over to her clothes and judged that they would no longer fit her. She looked over at them and must have thought the same thing. Frank grabbed another towel and and wrapped himself as well. He sat her in a chair opposite his desk and leaned over it, reaching for his phone, "I'm gonna call Mar... Your desk and get Mason" he said, looking over at her.

"Yeah, I don't think that's gonna work. All his calls are going to machine now and I'm pretty sure he and the fox are pretty busy."

Frank sat down and looked up at the ceiling wondering what to do, if Mason was getting hot and heavy it was doubtful he would pick up his phone. He was still lost in thought when Marcy spoke up. "So uh, Mister Thornton, I saw your mural... in the bathroom," she said, looking down and away from him.

This caught him off guard and he looked over her. "Ah, you saw that," he said.

"Yeah, I think I was thinking about it when this happened" she said pointing to herself.

"I see" he said.

"So... um, do I look... good?" she asked.

"Excuse me?" he asked, dumbfounded.

"Well I'm guessing you like this kinda thing, so uh... do I look good as a deer?" she asked, looking over at him.

Frank's mind blanked and he just stared across the table. This was a situation that up until now he thought dwelled only in the back of his mind. His silence seemed to take root in Marcy's mind as she turned away and looked down at the floor, "I um, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to put you on the spot or..."

Frank butted in, "You look amazing; like an angelic doe right outta my dreams," he said without thinking.

She looked up again smiling, "really, I'm not weird or freaky looking?" she asked.

"No, no you look like, uh... you. Just you know you're a deer" he said reflecting on what he had just told her.

"So, I look like an angel to you" she said looking over at him gazing lustfully.

Frank felt blood rushing down to his manhood. "Yes," he said, matching her gaze.

The pheromones that Avery and her doggy orgy had released were now percolating throughout the building and Frank and Marcy were under their full effects. Marcy got up and left her towel on her chair, walking around the desk to face Frank. Frank stared at her wide hips, ample breasts, beautifully soft face, and that most attractive to him right now: her dripping sex. "Do you want me?" she asked sheepishly.

Frank looked up at her locking eyes with her, he flung the towel from himself and presented her with his hardened cock. "Yes, so bad."

Marcy moved down to his crotch, she leaned in and kissed his penis before licking it and then begging to give Frank a blow job. "Ahh, that's so good, Marcy" he said. Franks mind was racing now, he wanted to worship the doe in front him like a goddess. This was the most amazing thing he had ever felt in his life as her tongue danced over his penis with skill and dexterity that he thought only in the realm of porn. He felt unworthy of this goddess of latex and rubber in front of him. He wanted to please her like no other man could, to rut her, to make her his, and him to be hers. His hands gripped the sides of his chair as his mind wandered further still. He wanted what she had, her body, a body that was worthy of her, a buck, a hulking strong buck to protect his doe, to satisfy her to love her with. "Yes, Yes keep it coming baby" he shouted and she deep-throated his cock.

Yes, he wished that he could be the buck that this beautiful and sexy doe deserved. His eye wandered down to her, he saw her head bobbing up and down for him. He watched in detached fascination as a grey substance seemed to leak down from her mouth and started to spread over his groin and hips. The smoky grey substance spread up his hips and torso and down his legs. He felt the changes begin in earnest now. He knew that he was not worthy of being Marcy's lover but now he would at least have a body that could please her. He felt muscle bulking up on his lanky frame as the latex spread upward and downward. He felt his penis grow and extend as Marcy continued to deep-throat him. The latex spreading down his legs turned a lighter grey as it passed his knees and his feet soon transmogrified into cloven hooves. The tips of his fingers hardened and turned black while white latex formed over his palms and the tops of his hands. Chrome gray latex formed on his arms and spread toward his shoulders which were broadening, helping to round out his newly gained buffness.

"Ahhh," he moaned in satisfaction of his changes. Yes, soon he would be worthy of his lover, soon he would rut her. He licked his lips in anticipation of this as white latex formed around his neck spreading upward, his face morphing and pushing outward. Splotches of smoky grey and chrome colored latex formed around his face symmetrical with the smoky grey covering his new muzzle and the chrome around his eyes. His ears pointed upward and formed a smoky grey exterior and a white interior. Finally, he felt the pride of any buck forming: a set of pointed, ebony white antlers pushed forward from his skull. While not a full ten point buck, Frank grew six distinct points and the ghostly white appearance of them was more than opulent enough.

He came then and Marcy relinquished his penis to watch it twitch, spasming loads of cum. Frank bellowed as he orgasmed. Marcy looked up and saw that Frank no longer looked like Frank. "Frank?" she asked sheepishly. The buck was looking up at the ceiling basking in the joy of his climax. He looked down now at Marcy. She saw his eyes had changed into a red color, and his iris resembled that of a cervidae not a human. "Frank, is that still you?" she asked, cowering a bit at the intimidating presence he cast down at her.

He leaned down and kissed her on the check, she raised a hand to the spot and looked up at him locking her eyes with his. "It's still me," he said gently, but with a firm and gruff voice. Its low reverberating tone pierced her and caused her sex to tremble. "Would you have me?" he asked, extending a hand to her. She accepted his hand and offer. Frank watched Marcy come to stand over him as he remained sitting. He guided her supple form down onto his lap.

"You look-" Marcy looked up and down but Frank butted in.

"Different," he said, gazing into her eyes as she did the same.

"Sexy," she said, pushing her face into his and embracing her lover. She felt Frank slid into her warm sex as the two locked their lips and tongues together, partaking of one another. Marcy clasped her hands behind his neck and he planted his hands on her hips. He stood and placed her against the window behind the two. Frank slid in and out of her dripping sex rhythmically, with purpose, breaking from his lovers embrace only to catch his breath.

Marcy broke for a long few seconds to utter, "GOD, GOD GOD, so good," before immediately diving back into her lover's muzzle. Frank broke contact with her lips and for a second she seemed disheartened, but recovered as his kisses moved south, toward her neck and shoulders. His kissing stimulating more of her sensitive flesh and driving her closer to climax. "YES, YES, YES," she screamed loudly. Franks lowered his face still further, finding her breasts, all while pounding hard into her her. He found one of her nipples and gazed up at her with his eyes, her face was flush with bliss and ecstasy. He bit down lightly on one of her nipples and was rewarded with a small trickle of sweet tasting milk and a scream of total and unequivocal bliss and pleasure. He felt her sex trembling with his meat still deep inside of her. They both felt the climax approaching.

Frank pulled back from the window and fell backward onto his desk,ramming his dick hard and deep into Marcy one last time before they both climaxed. Both creatures bellowed as Frank let lose a torrent of of his hot seed into Marcy, the wet excess dripping from her still trembling and twitching pussy. Both of the freshly broken in deer breathed heavily.

Marcy spoke first, Frank's length still inserted deep inside of her. "Ohh fuck, Frank, that was the best sex I've ever had. I just feel so good... This body; your body, it-"

He interrupted, "Like nothing I've ever felt before." He took one of his hands and ran it through her hair, "I love you, your body, your voice, you. I want to be with you, protect you," he licked his lips, "to love you."

Both of them were drunk on their own pleasure and pheromones in addition to the ones circulating throughout the room and the building. "How about we take that shower we both wanted," Marcy suggested.

"Best idea I've heard all day," he responded. He let Marcy down and with a wet pop Frank's dick slid out of her pussy, warm spunk still dripping. She sauntered towards the bathroom and in the doorway she cocked her head back at him, motioning for him to follow with a finger. Franks wished nothing more than to obey the wishes of his mate. Licking his lips he followed her inside and closed the door behind him.

Avery laid trapped underneath both Nick and Lilly for a while, no more than an hour, all while Lilly continued to suckle at her breasts. Her attempts to wake the two produced nothing and finally an opportunity presented itself as Nick rolled off of Lilly onto the floor opposite her, allowing her to finally push Lilly off of her body. Free of both dogs now Avery propped herself against the wall and took stock of their situation. A ringing permeated the silence of the bathroom and Avery saw her phone going off inside of her pants pocket. She answered, "Avery Walker, head of security-"

A voice cut her off, "I NEED TO SPEAK WITH FLYER MASON NOW!"

She looked down at the phone angrily, "Mister Mason is busy at the moment." she looked down at herself, "In fact I'm a bit indisposed myself" she added, surprised that she had maintained her composure.

The voice responded calmer this time, "Please, nobody else is responding to our calls. We saw the pics online. Mason is spreading the bots, it could spread unchecked if we don't talk to him and quarantine the building."

Avery asked a few questions and got a few answers, she sprinted out of the room almost slipping on the wet floor. Inside the security office was a a panic button. The company did research here involving volatile biological chemicals, and thus was required to be able to lock the building down at a moment's notice.

The button Avery was about to push would do that in addition to hermetically sealing the building, preventing the bots from escaping into the wider world, provided they already hadn't. She slammed her hand down on it and no alarm sounded: that would only have caused panic. Instead, a calm message repeated a warning to shelter in place and await further instructions. Bulkheads slowly closed around the exits, with people on either side jumping underneath quickly to avoid whatever was going on. Luckily for them the bots had now been contained, but over a hundred people were now locked inside the building with the nanites.