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Two Bodies of Problems

For Inscrutable

By Draconicon

Dr. Neil Careful was never entirely comfortable with examining the devices that his comrades created in the Science Laboratories. Though it was meant to be a rather free-thinking area, many of his colleagues were more focused on creating the sort of things that nobody would ever sponsor in the outside world. In truth, that did lead to a great many interesting discoveries, but it also led to just as many -

"Oooh, what does this do?"

The ferret almost leaped out of his skin, reaching out and grabbing the hand of his assistant before she touched one of the ray-guns that were propped up further down the table. The secretary bird paused as he gripped her wrist tight enough to half-crush some of the feathers she had running down her arm, and he blushed as she looked him in the eye. Faster than one could say 'sexual harassment', he let go, backing up a pace. He blushed worse as she smiled at him while rubbing her wrist.

"Why, doctor, you shouldn't grab someone like that."

"I know, I know. Sorry. I just didn't want you to set something off by accident."

"Oh, I'm sure it would be fine. It's not like anyone's developing anything dangerous, right?"

"That's what they say, but you don't know how it'll work out in practice."

"Oh? Is there anything really dangerous in here, then?"

"Maybe. That's why we're checking them."

"Oh. Well, let me help."

The way that she swept forward, her white lab coat almost sliding open in several places, made him wonder how Dr. Science had kept up with this girl for so long, or any of the other doctors that were part of the lab. They had all passed her along, one doctor to another, trying to get around the sheer chaos that she created, and he honestly wasn't sure how he was going to manage with her for a full week, let alone the two weeks that he was obliged to keep her around for.

He wasn't even sure if she enjoyed the science, but if she didn't, why was she interning here? It would be like a clean-freak volunteering to be part of garbage duty, or something in that vein. Shaking his head, the lanky ferret went back to walking down the line of different inventions, different ray-guns, and other things that had been developed for the Emitter category of things.

Most of them actually had some good purpose. Some were shrink-grow beams, meant for helping ease the load of truck drivers getting lots of goods from one place to another. Others were meant as low-impact disintegrators, used for demolition and construction to clear areas quickly without leaving much debris behind. Still others were meant to aid in moving things around, copying the information of the target and then reconstituting it in another location.

All of them were ambitious, but they were all un-tested, all -

"Hey, doctor. What do you think this one does?"

He whipped his head around just as the secretary bird picked up another ray-gun. This one had a dual-sided emitter, one pointing backwards, the other forwards. And she was posing with it.

"Ha. Serena Sagittarius. Gun-woman extraordinaire," she said, twisting on a spindly leg to point the ray-gun in one direction, and then another. He yelped, ducking down. "And there, a criminal? Time to put you down."

"Put that thing down, first!" he begged.

"Come on, it's not even loaded. I bet it's not even -"

And then, she pulled the trigger.

He had no way of dodging the white light coming for him, and neither did she. It hit him right in the middle of the torso, what would have been a debilitating shot if it had been a harmful beam. She had hit herself right in the head, and the pair of them stiffened. Dr. Careful gasped, his eyes going wide, and the room...tilted. He felt like he was seeing double, triple, quadruple, almost like there were melting frames all covering one another as he was both held back and pulled forward at the same time. The ferret felt his body collapse even as he felt like he was flying, and then -

Blackness.

"Hey. Hey, wake up!"

Dr. Careful groaned, swearing that he was hearing his own voice somehow. That was impossible, but he still swore he heard it. He reached up to rub his head -

Only to freeze. His fingers felt...different. More to the point, so did his face, like it was covered in some downy...feathers...

The doctor opened his eyes, finding himself staring straight up at the ceiling. More than that, though, he found himself staring at the edge of a beak. Not just any beak, either, but the curved beak of his assistant.

Biting off a scream as he sat up, he almost toppled forward from a new weight that he hadn't accounted for. Breasts, not big, but present enough for him to feel them pulling down and shifting his center of gravity. His? Oh, god, oh, god, that was something he didn't even want to think about if what he -

"Oh, you're finally awake. So, tell me. Why did you hide all this hotness under the lab coat?"

That was his voice, but those weren't his words. Dr. Careful slowly turned on the spot, looking for the source of it, and his eyes felt like they were going to pop out of his head when he saw...himself.

Or rather, he saw his body, and he saw it naked, and he saw that whoever it was happened to be stroking his dick. The ferret's shaft was still soft, admittedly, but it didn't look like it was going to stay that way much longer. He felt the burning heat of a blush through cheeks that weren't his own, the heat pulled in and trapped by the feathers along his face just above his beak. He struggled to his feet, trying to negotiate with legs that weren't quite right, that were spindly at the knee with large, talon-tipped feet. Everything felt off, wrong, and all the feathers were making the clothes he wore feel so wrong, so tight, so constricting as they tried to -

"Hey, Doctor, do you think I can make you had?" his voice said. "Oh, oh, I bet I can. Looks like you're not dealing with much down here, though."

"How...you...Serena?" he managed to gasp out, wincing at every piping tone that was too high for him from his new throat. "Is that..."

"Well, I guess, technically, it's me, but come on. I'd never strut around naked like this," his assistant said, his own body marching around in a feminine strut and sway, hips swaying, cock - oh god, he was looking at his own dick flicking back and forth. "But you? Oh, you have a very pervy body, doctor. You were hiding a looooot."

"Nnngh. Stop that! We need - oh god, we need to fix this before someone finds out."

"Oh, what's the rush? We're alone. Not like anyone's going to notice if I do something like thiiiiiiis."

Seeing his body masturbate was something that he never anticipated doing on an inspection tour. For that matter, nobody had seen him do that. He didn't even take pictures of himself. It was private, embarrassing, but at the same time...

Oh god, his dick was getting stiff. He fumbled around, slender fingers trying to find the ray-gun that had done this to both of them. All the while, Serena kept up a running commentary with his mouth.

"Oh, wow. You get nice and sensitive down there, don't you? Do you do that for everyone, or are you just such a masturbation addict that you get hard anytime that you touch yourself?"

"Stop talking, please...I just...let's just fix..."

"I'm not saying it's bad, but wow. You are a pervert. I barely touched your cock and you're still growing."

"Stop talking. I beg you, please, for the love of all that is holy, stop talking."

"Wow, look at that. It's - wow, you're still getting bigger."

He got down on all fours, looking under the tables, trying to find where the gun went. Just the running commentary was making it worse, as he could imagine exactly what she was doing, how she was playing with his dick, and more. She was pushing him right to the edge, and he didn't know how much more of this he could take.

"Oh, doctor. Is that how you felt when I was walking in front of you? Tsk tsk, what a nasty old man."

"What are you talking about?" he asked, desperately fumbling about with feathered arms, feeling the frantic nature of the activity heating him up worse than usual.

"You - well, me, now, I guess. I'm getting sooooo hard looking at my butt in that coat. Looks like I look better from behind than I thought."

"Nnngh..."

"Or maybe you're just that big a pervert. Thinking about your assistant like that? Oh, what would the board of directors say?"

There it was. He grabbed the gun from beneath the table, twisted it around for a quick check. It was simple; blast two people at once, and the exchange happened. He rolled out from under the table, took aim without thinking -

And just like before, that stretching, twisting feeling followed. He clenched his beak as he was pulled forward, dragged out of the feminine body and across the room -

"Ah...ah...ah..."

He gasped as he stumbled backwards, feeling two things immediately. The first was that he was no longer standing on legs that he didn't know how to use, no longer balancing on pointed toes or other problematic bits of anatomy. The second was that he was hard as a rock, and very, very aroused.

Dr. Careful threw himself over the table of Emitters, landing on the other side and covering himself with the tablecloth. Blushing worse than ever, he watched as Serena Sagittarius got to her feet. The secretary bird looked at him with a small smirk.

"...Mmmph. What's it going to cost to keep this quiet?" he asked, recognizing that smirk.

"You know, I'm still thinking about that, but when I know, you'll know."

The End

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Summary: A quick little body-swap story involving a professor and his chaos-creating assistant.

Tags: M/solo, body swap, ferret, secretary bird, teasing, humiliation, inappropriate moment, masturbation, exhibitionism, unwilling voyeurism, college, science,