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Double the Security

or A Clone is a Terrible Thing to Waste

By Danath

Freebies Vol. 84: Themeless Edition 2, Round 6

Characters © Darwen

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Austin's iced coffee was nearly room temperature and nearly full. The tiger's eyes barely left the screen of his laptop since he sat down in the cafe several hours previously. His fingers tapped at the keyboard with a rapid-fire patter of claws on plastic. A few times he frowned, smirked, or scrunched his muzzle in consternation, but he sat otherwise unnoticed in the corner, just another customer getting some work done.

Only his work involved breaking into SynTech. Not that he was getting paid for it or anything. He just liked to test systems out and see what he could get away with. One time he'd programmed a billboard to flash dirty limericks at the traffic passing by. That had been fun, but he knew that when it came to SynTech cybersecurity, there was no time to play games.

Dozens of programs and applets ran in small windows around the screen as a variety of command prompts came and went. He furiously typed commands, changed passwords, and modified settings, attempting anything and everything he could think of to get past the firewalls and security features. A few well-placed phone calls earlier produced the means of passing the voice-locked systems, but he was having trouble with the other biometrics. Gigs of data poured over the public connection and through a variety of VPNs and private servers, all meticulously and carefully arranged by Austin to protect his location or identity from detection.

The unobtrusive tiger hunched over, tapping faster than ever at his keyboard. His creamy white muzzle lit up from the glow on the screen as he found the server he was after: the Morphsuit R&D Division's primary database. A grin spread across his face as he accessed the machine and started the downloads. His eyes skimmed over diagrams and code, all the factory settings and console commands. He knew most of them already, of course. He was wearing a heavily modified, customized SynTech morphsuit at that very moment. It was helping boost the processing power of the laptop, which was burning hot from the stress of how much work it was doing. With these specs, he'd be able to come up with something really fun to do with his suit, which at the moment was set to the default, base appearance, making it look as though he weren't really wearing one at all. Just a normal tiger, busily working, wearing normal clothes in a normal coffee shop. With a dangerous hobby like this, Austin knew discretion was key.

Large red popups flooded the screen. Austin's smile dropped and his paws frantically sent commands to the server. His computer screen flickered and a long warning beep sounded, drawing the attention of a few customers nearby.

"No, no, no!" he whispered. "I had it! C'mon!"

The internal components of his laptop whirred and fizzed. Smoke rose from beneath the keys as he tried to get what he could. Gigs of information disappeared as his hard drive fried before uttering a final grinding belch of smoke that smelled of burning metal and plastic.

Austin grunted and leaned back in the chair, staring sourly at the ruined computer. Reaching out, he grabbed his lukewarm coffee and poured the contents over the machine, extinguishing the fire in a spray of sparks. Realizing that nearly everyone in the shop was staring at him, Austin shrugged.

"Guess it was a lemon."

He hurried out of the cafe, leaving the mess behind, and walked briskly down the street. It didn't pay to stick around once you'd been found out. Companies like SynTech didn't like it when people played with their toys without permission.

The tiger had an escape plan all set ahead of time, of course. Right at the first corner, head straight to the bus depot, and sneak onto a cab to the other side of town, before walking the back alleys back to his apartment. Nice and simple.

Only his feet turned left at the first corner, not right.

"Hey!" he gasped, jerking to a halt. He stared at his shoes. He'd had the strangest sensation of watching himself moving, rather than being the one to decide.

Austin turned around and trotted briskly down the sidewalk back in the direction of the bus depot, but he turned at the next corner, once more facing him towards the center of the city and the massive SynTech Tower that dominated the skyline. He willed himself to stop after a few steps and gasped from the effort. It was harder to control this time. And his shoes felt tight and hot. He was uncomfortable all over, really, and his tail wouldn't stop twitching. Was it just nerves? Or something else?

Austin grunted as the tightness around his feet increased like his sneakers were shrinking. He reached down and pulled at the laces, tugging to relax them, but that only helped for a moment. Before he could even stand up and turn around to head for the depot, his sneakers continued to stretch, until the outlines of his toes showed through the stiff material.

The tiger shook his head as his leg lifted, trying to walk towards the center of the city again. He stomped his foot down hard, purposefully trying to direct himself the way he wanted to go, and that was enough to cause the body of the sneaker to burst away from the sole. The rubber bottom flapped as his toes shoved through into the opening, ripping through the short black socks he'd had on. But they weren't his toes. Austin knew what his feet looked like, and his feet were not solid black. They were supposed to have fur, but were now covered in skin. Smooth, warm, slightly giving midnight black skin. Austin's eyes widened as he watched the changes spread from his feet and to his ankles, which, like his paws, grew substantially larger.

"The suit! Of course!"

The tiger grabbed at his chest by reaching under his shirt, trying to pull the morphsuit off his body, but it was too late - whatever program he'd picked up while investigating the server in the cafe was already running, sealing him inside.

"Argghhh! No!"

Austin looked back down at his legs with a worried glance. Broad, wide black feet led into similarly onyx ankles and calves that swelled to the sides with cords of powerful muscles, far larger than the skinny little legs of the tiger. His fur melded into the new midnight skin as the changes swept higher, slowly but inexorably transforming him as he watched.

Austin swiveled his head to scan the empty street. If he could just get to a computer, or a phone. He'd left his at home, not wanting to be traced by it. He could override the program and get out of the suit. He could...

A funny look passed across his muzzle. The tiger's jaw dropped and his tongue rolled out, while his shoulders slumped forward and his tail drooped, relaxing between his legs. The onyx skin spread up his thighs, under his shorts, before the fabric bulged lewdly forward in the front. The unmistakable shape of a thick pipe filled the small shorts, especially as his whole lower body shuddered and swelled, growing thicker, more muscular, and more powerful by the moment. The base of his tail swelled in size, doubling and then tripling and then growing wider yet as the entire appendage fattened from base to tip, which simultaneously developed a pair of huge flukes - white underneath the fins, black on top.

Austin's finger dug into his palms. His hips twisted, turning him back towards the tower at the center of the city, and his huge new legs carried him forward a step.

"Nnnnnhh... no!" he gasped. He grabbed for the nearest wall and clung to it, turning his upper body to stop his legs advancing without him.

Sensing his hesitancy, his legs backtracked until he was standing upright again. Austin lifted his shirt and shivered as he realized his lower belly was already turning. Though the black skin climbed up the sides of his thighs, at the base of his belly a broad swathe of white skin filled his stomach and torso, replacing the white fur. For a moment, the tiger simply stared at the transformation process, which was impressively fast and generated incredible amounts of mass. Sure, his suit was somewhat customized to work faster and better than stock, but the programming involved in this was undoubtedly impressive.

Unfortunately, as impressive as it was, it also meant he was having trouble controlling himself. The new black and white legs, each thick as a tree trunk, began to walk, powering forward using tremendously thick muscles that flexed and shifted beneath the glossy skin. His shorts clung high and tight, each leg reaching just a few inches down his tremendous thighs, while the front sagged out and down far lower. The iron abdominals beneath twitched in response, and he gasped when he felt the mountains and valleys creasing the white canvas grow and tighten even more. His skin was smooth, almost rubbery, with hardly any fur left around his upper shoulders at this point. The tiger's belly didn't stop growing, thickening and widening along with his hips until his shirt was forced up around his pecs, where it clung to the swelling outlines. His tail thwacked hard against the sidewalk, cracking it, as though his new body were impatient to take him where it was programmed to go. The weight of his maleness in the front of his shorts made Austin moan and bite his lip as it gave a few gentle, warning throbs, as if resisting the impulse represented by his legs could have... consequences. The heat of his swelling, thickening member curling tight around the equally impressive, swollen balls trapped beneath made his eyes water and his fingers grasp at the air in front of him.

Austin's legs swiveled side to side of their own accord, moving automatically as the usual owner was distracted. The transforming tiger narrowed his eyes and moaned even louder as he felt the enormous length of meat inside flop back and forth, smacking off of each huge thigh and putting the seams of the garment to the test. Down the front, a split formed, gradually opening to the width of several inches in the middle, which exposed the veiny, midnight black cock. Austin's muzzle dropped as he stared down, not even noticing how his powerful legs now consistently drove him towards the tower in the distance. Now nearly completely transformed from the shoulders down, the growing, former tiger couldn't help but lick his lips as he realized his massive girth wasn't even hard. Not a single bit. The movement of his broad, bare black feet and legs pistoning back and forth drew his eyes, and he tried to pull back, to force himself to walk the other way, but that only made his fat new arousal thicken flop rudely across his thighs with an audible slapping sound that echoed down the street.

Austin tried to fight back against the wave of lustful feelings spreading through his body, to retain some amount of control. He managed to slow his pace down substantially, to just a few steps a minute, thanks to some careful breathing and focused attention on something that wasn't himself or his ridiculously muscular, hung stud body. How the program was able to get the suit to take him to such lengths... Austin was naturally curious, but that curiosity was merely a flicker of light compared to the inferno of lust surging in his loins.

The thick musclegut swelled prominently below his increasingly tight t-shirt. Big, round, and muscular enough to make even his substantially full shorts appear tiny, dozens of pounds of additional mass built up in deep layers across his torso, including his already beefy pecs. Austin's arms grew just as large to match, sporting thick and impressive biceps that squeezed into his wide sides as he walked.

Austin grunted, his voice now deep and full. He was far taller than when he'd started, but at least the rate of growth was slowing. Wresting complete control of his own body, Austin shoved a palm flat to the side of the building in the alley he was in and the other across his massive thigh. Leaning over, he sucked in a few deep breaths, trying to maintain the control over his body. He could almost feel the suit invading, prodding at him, rearranging him and reframing him. It felt so good... he was so warm... the weight of his fat cock, the power in his huge belly, the size of his biceps and thighs sent deliriously pleasurable, needy pleas straight to his brain, swamping him with urges both strange and necessary. The shorts around his bulge strained further outwards until the split down the front exposed much of the length, from the black-skinned base, wrinkled and compressed and wide as both of Austin's wrists put together, to the shocking snow white tip, or at least a bit of it. The huge white crown, sat atop its incredible veiny onyx tower, was now holding the shorts in place through tension. The fabric pulled the shaft down, keeping it pulsing against the equally engorged sac below. The distended material went semi-transparent as it squeezed around Austin's plump, toned, taut rump cheeks to make more room in the front.

Up top, a similar situation developed as the former tiger's t-shirt turned into a crop top. The neckline split, tearing partway to the sleeves as his huge shoulders added additional hills and valleys of muscle from one side to the other, burying his neck. His pecs thumped outwards, and the transforming male groaned. Austin leaned backwards, hips jutting outwards, as both paws reached for the shirt now being shoved outwards. His fingers dragged across the outlines of his nipples through the fabric, sending shudders down his spine and into his wobbly legs.

The shock of the intense pleasure was enough for the suit to carry on its journey. The powerful midnight black, rubbery-skinned lower body began walking faster than ever, making the huge bulge in the shorts flop and flap against the tearing shorts until they were little more than a thong made of scraps and seams. The massive balls draped out, bouncing off his huge thighs with each stride of his meaty legs.

Once a plump, round pair of heavy breasts began to stretch the seams, Austin's frantic breathing came even quicker. That didn't help, however, because the added friction of his overbearingly tight shirt sliding across the sensitive nips at the end only seemed to accelerate their growth. Broad and thick black nipples squeezed outwards, three times as fat as his thumb. The shirt stretched and stretched, distracting the stunned former tiger from the last few changes. His tail, now fully grown and transformed, featured black skin on the top half and white on the underside as it stretched gracefully away from his hips. His ears melted into his head, which widened along with his hulking shoulders. White skin formed over his lower jaw, while the rest of his smooth, sleek skull was black and glossy.

Austin stumbled forward a few steps as his impatient legs powered him along. Austin forced himself to a slow meander and shuddered as his meaty package bounced in the too-tight shorts. His t-shirt was just as undersized for his body, and wrapped severely around a prodigious set of tits supported by immense pectoral muscles, easily heavy and fat enough to bounce off of his equally oversized, muscular powerbelly. The former tiger estimated that he was over seven feet at this point, and when he caught his reflection in a window of the building next to him, he realized what he'd turned into:

A terribly hard orca. A terribly, terribly, terribly hard, muscular, powerful orca.

The bulge in Austin's shorts, which was still completely flaccid, took this opportunity to grind outwards even further. Austin watched in the reflection as the meaty black pole and white tip shoved into the strands of his ruined shorts. The last few threads and seams dug into the soft flesh until Austin bit his plump lower lip and wrapped both large white palms around his impressive new rack. His rubbery black skin stretched and flexed across his biceps as he groaned, tensing his entire body, until the fat shaft jutting from his wide hips snapped through the seams and flopped forward, draping down his thighs as thick as if it were a third one. His huge sac pulled up taut before swelling outwards, completely aroused. The width of the enormous orbs shoved the orca's maleness forward and lifted it away from his knees, though the shaft itself, as veiny and heavy and warm and impressive as it was, remained totally, utterly flaccid.

His dorsal fin thrust its way from between his shoulders, tearing through the back of his t-shirt. His breasts sagged forward a few inches in front as the rip expanded, though the garment somehow remained in one piece, at least enough to somewhat cover the orca's fat tits from nip to nip, though the tops and bottoms were fully exposed by now.

The pleasure bombs short circuited his brain, relaxing his control and allowing the suit to take further control, every time his smooth new hands bounced off the wide groin at the base of his huge cock. Austin's feet carried him of their own accord, walking rapidly as they carried the transformed orca to an unknown destination.

At the end of the block, the orca turned, then took another turn into a dark, narrow alleyway so small that his huge new shoulders scraped and bumped against the brick walls on either side. Austin had no idea where his new body was transporting itself, but by now, he was past caring. His arms pumped his fat, flaccid cock up and down, jerking and stroking eagerly despite the failure to harden. It still felt good, and he stopped only to slide his fingers upwards to caress or pinch at the fat teats capping the enormous swells of his combined pecs and breasts.

The tiger - former tiger - felt like he was locked away in his own head. He couldn't stop his paws from jerking his massive soft cock any more than he could blow out a candle from a mile away. It was like watching himself being played in a video game by another player. Unsettling, except that every little bit of pleasure his body felt, he still experienced.

His body turned suddenly and faced a large steel door with a complicated lock. There was a security camera in a shatterproof dome above.

Austin's eyes widened - about all he could willingly control at this point - as his arms curled upwards, pumping his biceps. His whole body flexed and a huge groaning growl ran past his lips. His throbbing cock jerked, failed to get hard, then dribbled a string of clear pre-cum across his black toes.

A few moments later, there was a large metallic "thunk!" before the door slowly swung open, revealing a tunnel that sloped downwards. The tunnel was dark, but Austin's body carried him into it regardless, with a sure confidence that the transformed tiger would have found disconcerting were the lustful impulses spiking through his brain not distracting him so terribly.

Austin floated in a haze of lustful passion. He didn't care where they were going as long as he kept feeling like this. Hot, needy urges spiked in his mind as he stepped through the darkness. All he knew was that he was heading down, deeper and deeper, both in the tunnel and in the waves of lust washing over him.

His body suddenly pulled to a stop and he felt his muscles flexing. A bright spotlight turned on overhead, illuminating him as he held the pose: one arm curled in front, the other curled back, bent over slightly to show off the densely packed curves of his huge muscle gut. What Austin first thought was a mirror was actually, he realized, a monitor showing the feed from a video camera hidden in the darkness around the spotlight. His eyes widened again as he watched his huge body twitch, flex, and curl. Another guttural groaning growl left his throat as his hard, aching cock slapped across the fat tits hanging off his hugely grown chest before flopping back down over his thighs, dripping more and more pre-cum as waves of growing need surged through him.

So it continued - he'd walk in darkness for a while, stroking and rubbing himself, never able to quite bring himself to get hard, only for a light to shine down, freezing his body into contorted poses that showed off every little inch of his massive new figure. Leaving behind a wet, slimy trail of pre-cum that only got thicker and stronger as he continued along the tunnel, his brain began to melt into the intense pleasure.

How long had he walked? Five miles? Ten? Fifty? He had no way of knowing. Austin's powerful orca body could probably have run the entire way without even breaking a sweat. The orca's eyes closed as another bright light struck him, only this time, his body didn't try to pose. Instead, when he opened his eyes, he watched as his paw stretched out and tapped a code into an electronic keypad next to the door. His fingers punched in the number so fast he couldn't see it.

The doors swung open, revealing the opulent interior of a marble-laden lobby. Large columns ran around the outside edges of the three-story area and a huge silver chandelier hung down over the center mosaic. Austin's eyes widened as his feet carried him over the landing and into the crowd of milling people within, which parted for him automatically. People tended to get out of the way of a giant, muscular, incredibly pent-up orca, after all.

There were whispers and giggles and, had Austin control of his own body, he might have even blushed with embarrassment. But his new orca figure walked through with a confidence the tiger could only envy, even though it was him doing the walking, kind of. His massive cock shifted and swung side to side, long enough to wrap partly around his hips on each stride. His heavy sac was so pent up that it barely wobbled as it squeezed between his muscular thighs and hamstrings that shoved them up and down with each step. A steady drizzle of pungent pre-cum spilled from the tip, leaving a trail as if he'd been dumping out a never-ending bottle of milk behind him. He couldn't hear what, if anything, was said; his brain was telling him to cum, cum, cum now, cum hard, never stop cumming, but his body was not cooperating, rigidly refusing to get hard, let alone orgasm, despite the desperate pumps of his huge biceps. The auto-masturbation didn't stop even as he approached the large round desk at the far end of the lobby, behind which a group of a dozen or so otters dressed in scanty black uniforms answered phones or dealt with the crowd of people in the lobby. As his huge cock shoved into the front of the reception desk, a blast of thick pre-cum - far more than any single orgasm he'd ever experienced - splattered across his feet as the tip slid down against the wood.

"Ah, you're here," one of the otters said. Austin's misfiring brain took in every detail of the slim, thick-rumped male: his tight little black sleeveless vest, the bikini bottom that showed off his cute little bulge, the fat rump twitching beneath a wide brown tail. The orca's cock pumped again, audibly drenching the floor. "You're expected. Go right up, please."

As Austin got into the elevator behind reception, he saw a team of maintenance otters mopping the floor after him. The tiger's brain snapped back to reality in the elevator as he saw his reflection in the polished steel doors. This wasn't right. He wasn't an orca! And he would never walk into SynTech! Especially not dripping and naked... Stop! Turn around! Go back!

He tried to shout, to control his own body, but it was like screaming into a void. He could only watch, helpless, as his transformed body slowly edged itself. He could see the muscles flexing, the pre-cum beading, the huge swell of his oversized belly in the metal reflection of the elevator walls, before a few ropes of sticky pre-cum distorted the image. His floppy, huge shaft sent streaks from the floor to the ceiling over the mirrored elevator walls as he groaned and shuddered and moaned with need. The doors opened, allowing several more otters in maintenance uniforms to mop up the floor inside as he headed down various hallways and approached some important looking doors. Austin caught the words "Morphsuit" and "Darwen", but the rest went by too quickly to read as his body carried him into the outer office.

The secretary at the desk barely glanced at him. The otter's tits spilled over her desk, almost burying her keyboard, as she spoke into a headset plugged into her ears. A tight little black uniform barely held her upper body in place as she daintily pecked at the keyboard with long pink-painted claws. Thanks to his height, Austin could see somewhat down her back and sides, and his eyes dilated as he watched her plump, thick backside shift in the extra large office chair. Blossoming from a waspy belly and wide chest, only a scanty black g-string tucked under a broad brown tail gave the otter's huge backside even a semblance of coverage.

"Darwen's office, please hold. Darwen's office, please hold. Darwen's office, please hold."

Looking up, the otter noticed the massive, muscular, naked, and dripping orca standing in front of her desk. From his height advantage, Austin's gaze narrowed in on the wide gap in her oversized cleavage. The inside halves of each immense jug was covered in a plush layer of lighter tan fur compared to the dark, rich brown of the rest of her pelt. The orca felt unfamiliar demands from his aching tits and balls as he stared lustily down at the supersized otter secretary, who stared right back up at him while licking her heavily painted, plump lips.

"Yes?" the otter asked. Her hips rocked forward and there was a muffled squeak, then a gurgle, from beneath the desk, and the secretary's ears flicked backwards for a moment.

Austin's paw clenched his organ and pumped, firing a few ropes of musky pre-cum across the secretary's enormous jugs, before the floppy flaccid length smacked across the fur and smeared the clear seed down across the skimpy black top.

"Ah, yes, he's expecting you," the secretary said, a smile crossing her muzzle. "Go right on in."

A loud, wet sloshing from beneath the desk followed Austin as he approached the huge wooden doors leading to the inner office, which swung open automatically for him.

"Oh, good, my 11 o'clock is here," someone said from behind the oversized desk dominating the office. It was a truly titanic desk, the kind that was built on location because it was too big and heavy to move when fully assembled, and took up quite a bit of the floor space in the large inner office. "I'll call you back later."

The back of the tall, wide chair faced the door, and it spun around in a slow circle. The gradual rotation of the executive office chair revealed a smirking orca in a fancy suit sitting on it like a throne. A white-gloved hand pressed a button on a headset, then took the headset off and dropped it on the desk. Austin thought he was looking in a mirror as the person behind the desk smiled, only this muscular orca with a massive build, including an identical muscle gut, wore an expensive suit and small, round glasses with thin rims that sat neatly on the broad, smooth ridge of his wide muzzle.

"Got him here as soon as I could," Austin heard himself say in the same voice as the other orca. "He's a fighter."

"I see you also warmed yourself up. You really shouldn't do that in public. People may think I'm going around half-cocked"

"Oh, come on, can you blame me?"

Austin's muzzle stretched into a wide grin matched by the other orca, who stood and pulled off his jacket before loosening his tie. He checked the time on his smartphone before setting it on the desk.

"We've got an hour."

"Is that long enough?"

"You know it never is."

Austin's body moved. Inside his mind, he felt every sensation, every pulse of heat and desire, as his heavy chest squeezed and flat against the half-dressed orca in front of him. His internal voice couldn't even complain as he felt a hand stretch down across his powerful belly. Being the same height, size, shape, and weight as each other, the two orcas fit neatly at the stomach. Their enormous muscle-guts flexed and shifted, forcing the nude orca's shaft to point down between the other orca's thighs, where it spat a few sticky lengths of pre-cum across the expensive fabric.

"Eager today," the not-Austin orca said.

"It was a long warm-up."

"In that case, let's finally take off that pesky inhibitor..."

Austin could taste the other male as their muzzles met. He was still being puppeted, but he had to admit he didn't necessarily mind this kind of puppeting. The other orca's tongue shoved into his muzzle, exploring his cheeks, before his body returned the favor and shoved right back. A large hand wrapped around his cock and dragged up and down, while his body ripped off whatever clothes remained on his identical twin.

Something changed in the programming. Austin could tell. He could feel the wave of ripple effects of whatever it was doing next to his body.

And he liked it.

The transformed tiger's body stiffened as Darwen's huge hand expertly fondled and stroked his floppy length - only it wasn't so floppy anymore. With agonizingly pleasurable speed, the huge orca cock swelled and thickened, hardening at last, finally, after so many eons... everything else was forgotten as the trapped Austin's mind succumbed to the need. The weight, the girth, the feel of the smooth fingers grinding over the plump veins and bulging urethra... it all drove Austin to the point of madness. What little control he may have been able to exercise at this point vanished as the massive black pole rose higher, higher still, lifting the plump white crown past his own engorged nipples. Scraps of fabric fell from his slick body as Darwen's plump, hard musclegut ground forward, trapping his growth in between their bodies. Four fat, heavy tits massaged the upper half as hard, flexing muscles ground into the base and balls.

Austin's muzzle tipped back in a lustful croon as the heat between their squashed balls intensified. Darwen's fingers rudely dug into the doppelganger's backside, holding him tight and close as they thrust and humped each other, rubbing cock, nipples, anything they could as the heat and pleasure intensified until Austin wasn't sure where he started and the other orca began.

Before long, there was only one difference that Austin could tell between him and the mysterious orca, Darwen - the original kept his glasses on. And watching was about all Austin could do as he remained trapped in his own mind. Large hands groped and grabbed in just the right places, fondling curves and exploring backsides. The original Darwen grunted as Austin leaned down, opening his muzzle to drag his large pink tongue across the white flesh in front of him. Austin-Darwen grunted as he slathered saliva across the smooth, flexible white and black skin, working his way down while worshiping every inch of those pendulous orbs. Austin-Darwen's eyes closed as he tasted one fat teat, then the other. His lips and tongue lingered, teasing and lipping at the broad aereolas and nipples until Darwen's grunts and moans rang out, and the original orca's huge maleness shoved into Austin-Darwen's belly. The transformed tiger's muzzle dragged away from the plump, juicy nips and went lower still, nibbling across the rotund muscle gut beneath.

Austin-Darwen's cock ached so hard now that, in his mind, the tiger was worried it would fall off. His massive new orca body didn't seem bothered, however, and took its time paying attention to every little bit of Darwen's proud figure. It was like making out with a mirror image. Soon, Austin-Darwen pulled his tongue back into his muzzle with one last satisfied slurp along Darwen's gut before he dropped to his knees and leaned forward. His muzzle opened, and oh, the taste. Masculine barely described the heat of the orca's musk as it spread across Austin's tongue. He could feel everything that happened, but couldn't control it. He was riding a rollercoaster of lust, and there was no way off. His eyes couldn't even close or turn away from the scene as Darwen's white muscular belly swung closer. The huge tip sunk into his muzzle, stretching into the back of his throat as his fingers wrapped around Darwen's huge, massive nuts, every inch the equal of his own plump pair.

"Nnnnnggghhh... oh, yeah, I really know what I like, don't I?" Darwen moaned. His hands wrapped around the back of his clone's head and held firm as his hips drew back, then speared forward, plunging deep into the grunting muscle-orca's throat. Thick dribbles of saliva and seed in equal measure rolled down Austin's chin and over his heavy breasts, collecting at his wide black nipples before dripping onto his thick gut.

Again and again the white-tipped shaft filled the kneeling orca's muzzle and throat, hiding every inch of the midnight black stalk within. Darwen's fingers squeezed into the black flesh of Austin's skull, cramming him down until Austin was sure he would pass out from lack of oxygen.

The immense orca's orgasm arrived first. Austin's entire being trembled as he tasted the salty jizz pouring down his throat and cried out in his mind. His aching cock bobbed up and down between his thighs and knees, dripping and throbbing, as his body expertly swallowed Darwen's load. Austin could feel his tongue spreading across the thick underside, stroking along the veins, pressuring the urethra to release just a little more thick, delicious orca seed...

Darwen's paw dragged his clone off his cock with a grunt. Splatters of rich cum covered Austin's muzzle, which stretched open to catch the shots as he let out a deep gurgling moan. A river of pre-cum poured from his own arousal as the heady saltiness rolled down into his belly, warming him from within.

After a few more grunts, Darwen repositioned himself behind Austin-Darwen and shoved the clone over the side of the huge desk. The clone's wide tail flipped up, with the fluke draping over one of his massive shoulders, before he climbed up on the desk and leaned over on all fours, crouching low. His hips swung side to side, making his muscular glutes bounce in front of Darwen's erection, which remained absolutely rock hard despite cumming so vigorously in the clone's throat moments before. Austin's huge black stalk rubbed against the side of the desk, drizzling onto the floor, pushing back his balls and exposing himself totally.

Austin flinched as he felt the fingers wrap around his tail just above the fluke and yank, dragging his hips backwards. His body, expecting this, held on easily as his rear end hung in empty space over the edge. At the same time, Darwen's maleness jutted forward, grinding the super thick tip under the upturned appendage. Austin - or rather, the version of Darwen controlling his body - shoved back against it greedily, and his muzzle opened to let his tongue flop over his chin.

"Awwwww, yeah!" he moaned. "All the way!"

The original Darwen's eyes closed as he felt the tight grasp of his own clenching rump and shoved forward, roughly forcing his enormous thickness right to the hilt. His clone jerked and leaned forward, but Darwen caught his wrists and pulled him back. The clone's shoulders leaned the opposite direction of his belly as his head tipped back and several long, eager moans erupted from his throat. Clone-Darwen's tail draped over the original Darwen's shoulders as muscular thighs and muscular hips met in a messy splatter.

Darwen's warm body ground forward. Austin could feel the large breasts scraping up and down his backside as each little movement sent jitters through his entire being. He could feel the aching hardness of the orca's arousal in his teeth, and at the moment, he didn't even have any. His brain danced as his body moved without his input, rocking back against each loud slap of Darwen's hips, rudely taking the monster-sized erection without regard for things like being able to walk afterwards.

The two orcas moaned, with Darwen clutching at his clone and shoving him down, making sure he was able to dick down his dirty double as deep as he could on each gut-thrashing thrust. The clone's cock erupted, pumping strands of thick white goo across the table and floor beyond, as Darwen's fingers shifted, dragging down the hard, flexing shoulders and molded backside to the hips, where he clenched hard and got a very firm grip indeed.

Austin, in his lustful daze, had to admit that Darwen was good. The second load that flooded his transformed body was, if anything, even bigger than the first still swimming around in his huge muscle gut. And the third, fourth, and fifth loads, too. It wasn't until after the tenth or so that Darwen began to run out of steam, though the big orca scoffed at his clone, who draped over the office couch with a blissful expression.

"I'm going to have to talk to those tech boys about why you never seem to last as long as me," Darwen said, adjusting his glasses with one hand while his other stroked the meaty erection still jutting from his hips. "Well, this might be the... mffff... last one anyways... ahhhhh, yeah... got a lot of... mmmhhhh... work this afternoon!"

Austin watched in his mind's eye as his body weakly grabbed at Darwen's sac and squeezed. The big orca's dick thrust into his muzzle again and again, pumping and humping hard, fast, until all of the sudden, Darwen's hands grabbed the back of his head and shoved him down. The taste was, by now, very familiar to Austin. He reveled in it and only wished he was in control of his body so that he could slurp it up personally, rather than experiencing it secondhand, so to speak. His predicament well and truly forgotten, Austin at this moment, with the fat orca cock pumping deep in the back of his blissed out muzzle, wouldn't have been able to say he was ready to regain control.

And he didn't, at least not right away. Darkness swept over him as his eyes blurred, leaving Darwen's glasses and smirk swimming in front of him. A few last blasts of thick orca spooge drenched his muzzle moments before unconsciousness claimed him.

When Austin woke up next, he was not an orca. The tiger wiggled his fingers, staring at his claws, and wondered if it had all just been a dream. Though he didn't usually sleep naked and especially didn't sleep on a hard metal chair.

Then he looked around and realized where he was. A duo of enormous canine Securitaurs guarded the entrance to the examination room, which contained only a small table, two chairs, and Austin. The tiger only noticed those room details after spending quite a few moments studying the pendulous, heavy sacs each Securitaur proudly sported between their hind legs. His sheath throbbed a little just looking at those immense balls and fat sheaths. The tiger wasn't handcuffed or chained. With two of SynTech's well-known guards on hand, there was zero chance of the tiger trying anything. At least when it came to escaping.

Austin looked down at his stomach, which was round and full. He belched, loudly, then covered his muzzle as the two Securitaurs exchanged smirks. The tiger's ears flipped back. Why was he so full? He had a sinking feeling that this was no dream.

There was a knock at the door, and then a familiar orca entered the room. Towering over the short tiger, the massive male ignored the chair and stood in front of Austin on the other side of the table. He was back in his suit, freshly cleaned. It hugged his enormous chest, thick belly, and outlined the shape of his draping maleness down the right leg nicely. A pair of pangolins followed behind, identical twins dressed in ill-fitting lab coats. The white fabric stretched and pulled taut over their enormous chests, revealing plenty of cleavage in the process, while the lower half of both of their coats were lifted up into the air by a pair of impressively large, flaccid malenesses that sprung forward before drooping over, holding their shape and girth even when soft. They positioned themselves behind the orca, close to his sides, both grinned with identical leers at the feline on the chair.

"Well, Austin, that was one hell of a job interview," the orca said, "I'd like to offer you a permanent position here."

That was not what the tiger expected to hear. "We're pressing charges," or "You're going to be my sex slave forever," or even "Hope you enjoyed being me, because you're going back." But a job? That was the strangest thing to happen so far today.

"My name is Darwen, as you should know by now. I am the VP in direct charge of the Morphsuit Division. Sorry about not formally introducing myself sooner, but..." As Austin watched the orca grin, in his peripheral vision he caught the bulge in the VP's crotch throb and grow. "Well, you know."

The orca grinned wider yet as the huge bulge slid further down his leg, almost to his knee. The tiger's ears remained back as he stared, wide-eyed and open-muzzled. Between his thighs, he could feel his swollen sheath throb alarmingly. It was only after a long pause when Darwen started talking again that Austin realized he'd been staring slack-jawed at the orca's bulge while the amused executive waited.

"It's a pretty standard employment contract," Darwen said, pulling a stack of papers from his jacket and dropping them in front of the stunned feline. "You'll report directly to me so that I can... heh... keep an eye on you. You'll be tasked with finding holes in our security, like the one you used this afternoon. You almost got away with it, you know. Purely an accident we caught it at all."

Darwen watched Austin's head go from his bulging crotch to the stack of papers rife with non-disclosure and other agreements, then to both of the pangolins, before returning to settle on the orca's massive stalk. The tiger didn't even register the various still photographs of the feline taken from security cameras that followed his transformation, the parade of poses in the tunnel, or the shocked looks of the crowd in the lobby when he'd sauntered through fully erect. There were pages of IP addresses, technical jargon, and lawyer-ese that could make Austin's head spin even more than Darwen's musk. The last few photos showed the passed out Austin-Darwen clone on his back, cock limp and dripping, covered in seed and leaking from his ass, mouth, and pussy.

"Of course, you can decline this very generous offer, but unfortunately SynTech would be required to report your activities to the proper authorities, and that seems like such a waste of," Darwen said, before shifting his hips so that his heavy maleness slid noticeably to the side in his pants, "potential. Don't you think? And your first job will be to improve the Darwen Security Clone, by the way. I'd like a faster response time in the future, and since you have personal experience, it shouldn't be too difficult."

Austin glanced up from the orca's bulging slacks to the big male's face, then over to the passively interested Securitaurs, then back to the contract in front of him. Beneath the table, his pants began to drip.

"Where do I sign?" the feline asked.

* * *

The next day...

Austin had to admit he was impressed. SynTech set him up in a highly secure apartment in the sublevels of the tower, near the research labs and IT department. There was a bed, a shower, space for personal belongings, and a massive workstation with half a dozen screens and all the latest gadgets. When he'd arrived, all six played video of Darwen railing him in orca form, or clips of him transforming into or out of the clone body, sending shivers up his spine. He'd watched, entranced, as he saw himself change into the hyper-muscled orca again and again, for several hours, before a pair of familiar guests arrived.

The pangolins looked even bigger than in the interrogation room when he'd last seen them. Their lab coats fairly burst off their overplump bodies as they crashed through the door, excitedly talking over each other. They slung laptops and tablets and phones onto the desk before surrounding the surprised tiger on either side.

"There's a new security-"

"-loophole that we need-"

"-to test immediately with sync."

"Darwen's orders. Do you-"

"-have your morphsuit controls handy?"

"Good, let's see-"

"-if you live up to your-"

"-potential."

Austin's head disappeared between a plump, surprisingly soft pair of fleshy breasts as the two pangolins surrounded him. Their smooth and plump bodies squeezed together, pinning him in place, as they leaned over to tap at his computer. His muzzle opened and his tongue dragged across the smooshing, stretching skin as his erection surged.

"He's already logged in and set-"

"-up for a demo test."

"Good, let's not-"

"-waste any more time."

"Starting diagnostic run."

Austin's eyes crossed as his chest pillowed outwards, rapidly developing an oversized pair of breasts that threatened to drag him down to the ground before they thwomped across his legs. His cock grew as well, thickening and stretching upwards into the furry cleavage. His hips widened as he felt lustful energy surging through him, all while being massaged from the shoulders up by warm, heavy breasts.

"Baseline established."

"Though we could go-"

"-bigger. He's within tolerance."

"Hmmfff! Hmf fhmmff!"

"I think it's-"

"-perfectly acceptable."

"His readings are stable."

The tiger's chest swelled further and he wriggled as familiar feminine sensations rolled through his changing hips. His cock jerked, throbbing between his growing tits, as his fur receded, revealing glossy black and white skin and the growing muscles underneath.

"Besides, if he goes-"

"-haywire, we'll just-"

"-introduce him to the-"

"-entire IT department!"

"Hope you have-"

"-hearing protection. Those fennecs-"

"-get real noisy around the newbies!"

The end