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"Jeff Collins, retinal scan confirmed. You may enter" an attractively feminine, but clearly mechanical voice stated just as the thin, human male pulled his face away from that annoying red light. The door slid open; fans turned on and blasted the doorway from every direction in an effort to keep flies and floating dust particles from entering the building.

"Yeah, yeah." he told the computer as his thin, soft fingers massaged the area around his tortured eye. Looking into a retinal scanner each day took its toll. The doorway closed behind him, his dark, spiky hair wasn't exactly well groomed to begin with and all the wind wasn't helping matters.

"Blasted, low grade, Argh!" the man grumbled, taking a step forward only to feel something tugging painfully at his shoulders, halting any forward movement. "What is it now" He shouted in annoyance, spinning on his heels, and feeling rather stupid when all he could see was the very door he'd entered, not even open.

"Now wait a minute, what's ... oh" he answered his own question by looking down to the fringes of his long, smooth lab coat. The thing was completely white, had lots of pockets, and always flowed behind him whenever a strong wind blew. Combine wind, a lab coat, and an automatic door, and you get one frustrated scientist spouting out a string of profanity as he tugs to free himself.

"This is the worst lab I've ever been to, not like all this pathetic security measures even account for much." he said to no one in particular just to voice his anger. No air lock, no automatic shut-down, no weapons systems or spare doors, the height of this places tech was an outdated, painful retinal scan and the same anti-bug devices one might see at a grocery store. Well, sure there was a guard inside the actual building. One guard. One guard and a dog, yeah.

'Between that and this ornery door my inventions should be real safe' he thought to himself with the purest sarcasm he could muster. The lab coat slipped, he flailed his arms for balance, and with a deepening frown he stomped off towards his place of work. Rounding one corner after another, walking past closed doors with little purpose, old machines with nothing but logs of previous failure. Why couldn't he get this thing to work! It should have been so easy with just a mass-spectrum configuration program and a portable subscale fusion drive. But no matter how many times he ran the device, whatever went through the machine came out as a burst of energy. Oh sure, that meant he and his company got all the funding they needed, and it was easy enough to pay for the astonishing electric bills each and every test run racked up when you could turn a rock picked up off the sidewalk into pure, usable electricity.

But curse the fates a million times over, that wasn't what he was trying to do! Just a simple, working teleportation device. He was already halfway there with a machine that took apart matter, converted it into raw energy and transmitted it along thick metal cables. There was just the tiny little problem of putting the mass back together after it came out the other end.

"How are you doing today mister Collins" asked a cheery, almost playful voice from behind an oddly placed counter. Why exactly there was a counter in this dump, let alone the need for the secretary behind it. Jeff looked over her bright, blond hair which somehow remained as golden and lustrous as the day he first saw her. Whether it was hair die or just luck he'd never know, and never care. Her oversized breasts squished into the wooden desk she sat behind, her braw was clearly visible underneath her thin, billowy shirt. He couldn't see her skirt from this angle but he could bet they were short, and tight around her thighs. All in all, she could have been very attractive, but so many of her features were eschew, or exaggerated, she just didn't look normal ... or human.

"I'm fine Jess, and I've already told you, stop calling me Collins!" the man shouted as he walked past. The girl didn't deserve his anger and he knew it, he was just too stubborn to apologize at the moment. And perhaps a bit too frustrated at his current situation to deal with it. She wasn't exactly bright either, she wasn't a total moron but there were obvious reasons she wasn't wanted in a more important position than down here.

"Y-yes sir! I remember, sir, it's just ... it's just that I thought- ..." she was nervous now, for some reason. Oh great god she could be annoying, that's all she was here really. A distraction. A nuisance. She wasn't needed for much, she was constantly getting in the way, she was always breaking appliances or messing up simple tasks. The only truly redeeming quality she maintained was her innocence and her personality. But when you're left waiting in the hallway three minutes because someone doesn't have the gall to finish a sentence even that can be a pain for a genius in a hurry.

"Just spit it out already" Jeff pressed rudely, already starting to brush past her.

The girl pushed aside a newspaper, stood up for some reason Jeff couldn't quite understand, perhaps she was trying to show off more of her breasts? Perhaps she really just wanted him to see her tight, form fitting skirt? He'd have called on that one if Jeff had ever been asked to take a bet. Or, maybe she was standing up just to build confidence. The man didn't really care, just so long as she got on with it.

"It's about that new package you ordered, with the spare parts for the Teleportation device. I thought you'd be delighted to try them out, not ..."

"I didn't order any ... wh-what is wrong with you!? There is no other teleported in existence, I haven't invented it yet! Who could possibly send me 'parts' to try out? Who could I possibly order from!" rather than calming down, his anger just kept growing. A quick glance past her distracting breasts and he caught site of the front line news, some story about the world's current energy crisis. Just thinking about how it would be so easy to offer free electricity for everyone on the planet while instead the company he works for is under contract to keep any energy source not derived from big oil companies a secret infuriated him even more.

"B-but sir! Mister C- ... JEFF, the package just came in this morning, it's in your lab right now, not even opened. J-just look at what was on it?"

The man snatched the paper from her hand and began reading over it furiously. At least, he was furious for the first few sentences. 'Who's idea of a prank is ... wow, so that's what was going wrong' he thought to himself as he read on. His expression softened visibly, the nervous looking blond in front of him eagerly awaited his response.

"Here, take this to the shredder please, I don't want anyone else reading that letter." every trace of anger was gone. He wasn't quite happy though. More, confused? Contemplative? It was hard to tell.

"I-I will sir C-colli- ... JEFF!" she practically squeaked. "S-so do you think, th-that this should ..."

"I'm sorry for yelling at you, I'm under a lot of stress lately. And while you aren't exactly a calming influence you don't deserve mistreatment" She couldn't even finish the sentence before Jeff cut her off with a completely out of character hug. But then he was off, his anger at the world vanquished and replaced by hope, his personality did a complete one hundred and eighty degree spin in the opposite direction. The only constant here was that he was still trying to get away from Jess and back to work as soon as possible.

Jess sighed as he disappeared off into that shiny lab of his with all sorts of lights flashing and buttons blinking, he was always like this. Mad at the world when things didn't go his way but the moment something genuinely good came his way, the moment that mountain of stress he carried around is relieved, he turns into the sweetest, most brilliant man she'd ever known. The girl blushed just thinking about him and quietly sat back down to continue her work. One hand absently brushed across her forehead to remove the lengthy blonde hair from her eyes.

She glanced at the page that had come with his mysterious package. So Collins didn't actually order it, so what? Unless it was a bomb in disguise he could still be happy about what he found. The interesting part was how so suddenly, and in so few words this one slip of paper could supposedly solve all of Jeff's problems.

If only the girl had the wit, she would have been more suspicious.

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The man ignored his rows of computer logs, the giant hulking supercomputers he used for processing data and controlling the very minute settings of his experimental teleportation device. It was really just a big machine with tubes jutting out in every which direction, connecting to a multitude of different things with vastly differing purposes. But he ignored all of that; after all he'd seen it every day for the past ten years. It wasn't always in this building per say, but the machine itself was his brainchild and he knew it inside and out. Everything except, how to get it working.

There it was, a simple looking cardboard box that supposedly held the secret to a working teleporter. He frantically reached for scissors and attempted to slice off the clear tape even as he searched for any sort of return address.

"Gah!" he screamed as the metal snapped, the scissors broke in half with the sharp, pointy end flying rather painfully into his thumb. He growled, mildly frustrated yet again but this time with no one around to yell at. He didn't see any form of return address, not even the name of whoever sent it.

'Anonymous? Why in the world would they try to hide it? Unless this is just some sort of cruel prank' the man's thoughts took a darker path. He wasn't about to give up because of some busted tools though, taking the broken scissors by the handle he slides the still sharp end over the rest of the tape until he can snap the box open. Blood drips down from his small cut, but he'd put a bandage on that later. Right now he was too busy shoving aside Styrofoam packaging, crumpled up papers and ... wood chips? Bah! He ignored those for now. They might make the contents safer, even if he wasn't sure how. But frantic hope turned to dismay as the only things remotely interesting at the bottom of the box were.

"ROCKS?!" and not even big or shiny ones. From the letter he'd read he was expecting something glowing, radio-active perhaps, a vial with an experimental serum, heck diamonds even! But these? These looked like ordinary rocks.

He smacked his face into the table as he thought, clearly finding this emotional roller coaster ride distasteful. But, the paper he'd read never actually described the contents so there was no reason to expect them to be exotic. So he examined the rocks more closely ...

There were four in all, along with a few pebbles, small bits of sand that might have ground off the main portion. All four of them were sharp for some reason, and each of them angled oddly. He picked up one, poked his finger to the sharp end, and was disappointed to find it wasn't exactly lethal. Take two rocks and grind them together and you'd get something about like this. So what about the angles? He picked up each of the four pieces and started to compare, one to the next. Two were the same size, one was large, and one was half the size of the first two.

"Just what the hell am I supposed to do with these!" he yelled to the empty air, crumpling all four shards into his hands. "If I find that rat ba- ..." before he could finish cursing the lowlife teenagers who were no doubt trying to toy with his mind, he realized the angles of each stone matched. He lifted each one up, set them onto the table individually, and carefully placed them either next to or on top of each other like a puzzle. It didn't take long with only four pieces, but once it was finished he blinked at what should have been obvious.

"Their ... shavings from an arrowhead?" of course, obvious doesn't always mean helpful. "Ok, so someone took an ordinary rock, scraped off the sides and sharpened into an arrowhead, then sent me the leftovers with a claim that they're the missing ingredient. What about this is just wrong to you Jeff? Come on, think it through, something is just plain fishy about this."

He wasn't even sure what he could do with them. Jam them into the gears and hope it helps? Toss them at his teleporter to 'show it whose boss'? Those just sounded silly. But what if ... what if I sent them through the machine? If it works, if theirs something on it, some marker or recording device set in this on a quantum scale, then I can just apply whatever marker to any object I wish to send. I'd just need to know what it is, how it works, and how to recreate it. Yeah, that makes sense, I just has to. But what if I'm wrong? What if I send these through the machine and all I get is a power supply from vaporized rocks?" he thought about it for a moment. "The rocks are in pieces, I don't need to waste all of them."

He swiped his hand across the counter to pick up the particles that had flaked off "Heck, I don't even need to use a whole rock, these will do nicely" he carried all of it into the actual room, glancing across the controls, dials, a large shut off valve, and all of the thick metal cables required to move the enormous amounts of energy this thing takes in. Anything thinner than two feet and you just ended up with fried wires. Not very economic, but if he can get it to work with cables the next step is wireless transition.

He opened the hatch from one of the tubes, just big enough to fit five humans but much too large for the little grains of sand he tossed in. His next step was to walk out of here, get away from the danger zone in case the whole thing went critical, and make sure the room was sealed in case of a radiation leak. Thank the gods for buttons and automatic systems, once he was in the separate control room all of that took but a few seconds.

"Now to see if this ... aw screw it, computer? Initiate countdown" he stated, relying on voice command for no other reason than that it was cool. The buttons to press 'start' were right in front of him, but what was the point of having a voice recognition software if you weren't going to use it?

"Command accepted Doctor Jeff Collins, five hundred e-mails sent to Bardel Pizza Palace complaining about surgery" the computer responded with its soft, feminine, and very mechanical voice. All of a sudden Jeff remembered why he didn't use that voice recognition software. Not that he quite understood why he still had it.

"Computer, shut down all automatic systems" he stated, just to be sure it wouldn't accidentally activate something when or if he decided to talk to himself. Oh great Mods of the forum, he hated this place. "Initiating teleportation now" his voice was monotone, but adrenaline was pumping through his veins. This had to work ... this HAD to work.

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"Oh! Why hello Samantha! What brings you here?" Jess asked politely to the short, dark haired, Asian girl before her.

"I'm just here to check on progress, so far it's been three years and we still haven't heard any updates concerning the reconstruction software. Care to expl- ..." Sam's black suit, long pants, and an unflattering but tight fitting shirt ruffled as the secretary cut her off.

"Yay! So you're here to see how that package you sent is working? Mister Collins just got to work applying it, I'm not sure what it is or what it's supposed to do but sense you sent it the thing surely must work" there were two reasons Jess wasn't corrected before she could finish the sentence, her rapid-fire speech and the fact she made so little sense Samantha was dumbstruck.

"W-wha? We didn't send him anything you moron, my father wants to know how things are going. We can't waste any more cash into this sink hole trying to solve your problems for you."

"B-but? But what about the package, I picked it up this morning. If you didn't send it then who did?" she rolled up her newspaper, revealing the note she and Jeff had read before.

"It wasn't me, my father, or anyone in the company who sent you anything." Samantha paused; looking at the rather empty desk everything on it that wasn't related to a computer stuck her as odd. Jess didn't usually have files on the front desk, this place didn't get nearly enough paperwork to warrant that. So then what was ...

Samantha reached out to snatch the paper, reading it over. "Just what is this supposed to be, some sort of ... I don't know, chicken-scratch?"

"No! That came with the pack- ... age ... oh my gods, I was supposed to shred that paper before anyone read it, Mister Collins told me to."

"It's completely illegible, what's the point of typing it in some secret code if he wanted you to shred it?"

"What are you talking about ma'am, it's not in code! I was able to read when I- ..." Jess was cut off when a sheet of paper was thrust towards her face. Indeed, it was utterly unreadable. Looking it over Jess realized she couldn't even remember what it had once said, making her question whether or not she'd even seen it at all. Well, until she remembered her forgetfulness, all the irony involved with forgetting it. "B-but, but ..."

"I don't care about your butt missy; if you want to play around all day scribbling nonsense and wasting paper you can get a job as a freelance writer. For now, show me where ... Collins ... is" when Samantha mentioned Collins there seemed to be a certain distain, as if she looked down on the man. The way she paused before saying it was almost as if she had to force herself just to say the man's name. But Jess was apt to ignore it.

"Yes! Yes of course, he should be in the other room testing is all, I'm sure of it. Let me just ..." she snatched the paper away "I'll still need to get rid of this"

Jess stepped out from behind the counter and started walking towards the back of the complex with Sam fallowing close behind. The two rounded corner after corner in silence, ignoring closed doors to boring places put occasionally stopping so Jess could look at something shiny. When they were roughly halfway there Sam chimed in:

"So, you and bimbo sleeping together?" but the only response the Asian girl received was blank confusion.

"Uh ..."

"Lets try this again, and perhaps be a little slower so you can understand" Sam stated, her face brightening in a vicious looking fake smile. "K?"

"Sure, but ... I'm usually the bim-" Jess was cut off rudely.

"I was asking are you and doctor ... Collins ... sleeping together, or not?" that same distain was present.

Jess blushed, vividly. "Oh! N-no ma'am, I d-don't even, I mean I ..." her face was flustered with a bright pink.

"Then why does he even keep you here?" this time Sam looked strait ahead through the boring hallways, her annoyed expression hidden slightly.

"Well, he needs someone here to talk to, and to oversee the little things, and to ... to tell people when he isn't here, even if he is, and to, ... to ..." Jess was fast running out of reasons.

"I see" Sam stopped walking, seemed to look Jess over very carefully. "Do you like him?"

"YES!" was Jess's instantaneous response "I love that man with all my ... but, you see I, he's just so much more ..." after that burst of confidence Jess seemed to struggle just to get a sentence out.

"Interesting" Sam leaned in close, as if divulging in some ancient secret "I'm not sure if I should be telling you this, I really don't like giving out free advice. But if you like this guy? Then you need to be more aggressive."

"Aggressive? Me, b-but I mean, I don't really ..."

"Much, much more aggressive than that. He's never going to notice you if you keep backing down from everything, take it from me. Bold and direct gets results" at this point she grabbed Jess's arm and started pulling her forward just to get things moving again.

"I, well ... thanks for trying to help." Jess replied. Only to blink at her own words "I've never seen you help anyone before, and I, er, well ... I thought you hated mister Collins."

"I don't hate him personally, I just hate anyone that wastes my time, and the companies money."

"Oh, that ... makes sense"

"By that logic I hate you too, but hey, I figure any advice to speed you up that you actually take should come in handy. Even if it's just so some dipshit idiot you sucker into marriage can keep you as a housewife so I don't have to look at your sorry face any more." Sam's reasons for helping were thus revealed.

"Thank you then, that's very kind of you." Jess replied, pretending to see through Sam's veil of hostility while simultaneously enjoying that mix of annoyance and surprise on the Asian girl's face.

"Just trash that paper of yours and show me where the doctor is" and just like that, Sam had regretted her act of kindness.

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"It worked" the man blinked as he looked at the results from the third test run. The first was just so odd Jeff thought it might have been a fluke, his mind playing tricks on him. Rather than disintegrating into pure energy like everything else when it came out of the second tube, or vanishing into the machine and in some magical way helping everything work properly, it just worked. He put dust particles into one end of the teleporter, turned the machine on, and found the dust particles had moved to the other end when he opened it up. For a few nano-seconds he thought someone had fixed the machine when he wasn't looking, so to make sure he tried a second test with a wooden chair ...

The chair exploded, so the second test was a complete failure. Last thing to test ...

"Could this sharp stone really be the key?"

He placed an old dictionary he'd had laying around into the machine, put one stone shard on top of it, and turned the teleporter on from his safe room. The chair and stone came through perfectly.

"Could that be all there is too it? Put some of ... whatever this is, in with the selected object and both will come through unharmed?" the man's mind was wracking itself in a desperate attempt to figure out why, or how that worked. He kept the machine and automated controls off as he went in for a fourth test, trying to see what would happen with a smaller bit of this rock and a living creature. He needed something small, something that didn't move ... the guard dog was clearly out of the question, where would he find a replacement? But a plant? Hmm, a plant could work if he could find one. Too bad he didn't really like plants as decorations. How about another chair? No, he'd run out of chairs fast if it broke, and a chair wasn't really alive.

Could he catch some random mouse crawling around the complex? No, he kept this place too clean for there to be many, and rodents are hard to catch.

"I'll just use this paperweight then" he sighed, grabbing hold of something red, round and shiny. A ball perhaps? Bah, it was just some meaningless decoration. He didn't really care what went in this time around, the real interesting parts would come when he got to live testing, thus this part was boring. He placed the paperweight into the machine, added just a pinch of that miracle powder that seemed to make everything work, then walked back to the safe-room so he could start the process manually once more.

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Wrrrr.

"Almost done here, this paper just seems so tough" Jess commented as she was shoving it awkwardly into the shredder. It was working, but the paper must have been extra thick or something because it was taking awhile.

"Uh-huh ..." was Sam's bored response. She was here to check on the machine's progress, not watch a blonde bimbo fiddle around with clunky equipment. But ... she thought to herself 'if this is taking her so long, it should keep her occupied long enough for me to check things out alone'

"Can you run and go get the garbage can near the front desk? I know I should have taken it with me, but if you can get it back before the shredding fall onto the floor it'd be really helpful."

'This was too perfect.' Sam struggled to keep her excitement down "Um, yeah? Sure, I'll get it back as soon as possible" and with that she stormed out of the room. Never mind she turned to head in the wrong direction, Jess wasn't exactly paying attention.

A few minutes passed, the stubborn sheet of paper was successfully destroyed, but the wastebasket was no where to be seen.

"Samantha?" she called, wondering just why it was taking this long. It shouldn't be too hard to walk back to the front desk and come back here with a garbage can. She might have gotten lost, but as this wasn't exactly her first time in the complex that was questionable. "I guess I'd better look for her" Jess commented aloud, leaving the shredded scraps of paper where they were and heading to the hallway.

She ran up towards the front desk, but didn't find anyone there ... the wastebasket hadn't even been moved. Sighing to herself, Jess picked it up and carried the thing back to where she'd left the paper scraps, and made sure the mess was nice and clean.

"Now what was I ... oh, yeah! Find Sam." she'd almost forgotten her task yet again. This room was empty so Sam couldn't be in here, the hallways were empty, and she hadn't gone to the front desk. So, by process of elimination, she should be in the other direction, towards the machine. Jess felt so smart for having figured that out, as evidenced by the goofy smile she offered the world as she ran down the hallway. Jess idly scanned a few rooms hoping to spot at least some sign of movement. Nothing, and no one ... that was odd. Rather than stop to think of any reasons for this sudden disappearance, Jess just ran around blindly hoping to stumble into someone.

Smack!

Ok, perhaps a little too blindly. She was too busy searching for Sam she didn't watch where she was going and ended up smashing into the glass door to the machine room. The poor girl had fallen over backwards, her face now pink with embarrassment and perhaps pain, her butt just a little sore, and the white panties under her skirt available for all the world to see. It should have either warned her not to enter, or opened up for her if the computer's automated systems were up and running.

'So why didn't it?' she thought, before shrugging it off, standing shakily to her feet and opening the door manually.

"Hello?" she called, hoping to see mister Collins working with whatever was in his new package. She thought to herself 'It would have been a wonderful coincidence for Sam to come down and check on things just as Collins figured out how to make it work' but what she saw instead was Sam ... poking around the machine.

"I er, go away, I'm looking here." she called out in annoyance.

"But Sam! You shouldn't be in here" Jess stated while idiotically entering the room herself. "If mister Collins isn't in here then it could be dangerous, the thing could explode, you could get radiation sickness, you could be electrocuted!"

"I know what I'm doing" was her miffed response as she poked the thing, and started pressing random buttons until the door to one of the tubes slid upward, revealing a red snow-globe inside. The white fluffy things inside were still spinning around, so it had to have been put there recently. Or at least disturbed recently.

"Come on, lets just go find mister Collins, please?" she took a step forward, cupped her hands together up near her chest, and pleaded like an expert. Too bad it just made Sam even more annoyed.

"And let that pompous windbag pull one over on me with magic tricks? No, I'm seeing this thing for myself."

"But, but Sam, what if ..." Jess's reserve was faltering, she was already looking around the room just in case Collins came in unannounced and got mad at her for putting Sam in danger like this. Even if it wasn't Jess's decision to come here in the first place.

"Quiet, I'm trying to see what all these wires connect to, there isn't even an on switch in here."

"It's too dangerous to have an on-switch in here! That's in another room a little ways down called the control room, now ... close that back up!" Jess reached for the button to close the tube, thus sealing the tiny decoration to whatever it's fate might be, only to have Sam's quick elbow thwart the effort.

"So you say, how can I be certain you don't just lead me away while a third person, that fat guard outside perhaps, moves things around so I just think their teleporting? No-no, if I'm going to make sure of Collin's progress and all of the money we've wasted into this rotten pit is actually doing something"

"Your going to get your arm torn off if you ke- ... eeeEEEEEP!" Jess tripped, badly. Her breasts probably felt soft as they smashed into Sam from behind, but the cold hard tube of the teleporter they fell into wasn't as cozy.

"Ow! Watch what your doing you clu ... clu ... why is the door ..." Sam was too stunned to react.

Woosh!

And thus her fate was sealed, much like the snow-globe she and Jess toppled over.

"It's, it's turning on!" Jess scrambled to get out of her current tangled mess of knees, elbows, boobs, and blinding hair, desperately trying to get to the door before something really bad happened. She had no idea what, but she was certain mister Collins would be mad at her for it.

Too bad Sam was underneath, fighting to do get on top so she could do the exact same thing. By the time they had finished a minor quarrel over leg space there wasn't anything left to do but bang on the door.

"Isn't this thing supposed to have buttons on the inside?" Sam was furious now, but the limited space wasn't allowing for much room to express it.

"Of course not! It's not even ready for live testing, the on-switch isn't even in the same room as the machine, what makes you think it's set up with a human interspace?" Jess countered, equally upset. But there wasn't anything to do save call for Collins. Breaking through the metal tubing was utterly out of the question.

"Wait ... human, interspace?"

"You know, like a keyboard, or a computer mouse."

"I still have no idea what your talking about, is it some sort of alternate timeline deal involved with teleportation I'm not aware of?"

"No-no-no!" Jess shoved her elbow to one side, deliberating making the tight acomidations uncomfortable for same "The things with buttons on them that let you tell the machine what to do!"

Sam blinked, apparently her mind was just as uncomfortable "I think you mean interFace! Not interSpace you dodo"

"I'm pretty sure it's pronounced interspace, I'm not a computer wiz or anything but I know my way around a- ..." but Jess was cut off.

"Dear god, kill me now!"

"If we don't figure a way out of this thing you may just get your wish, there is a REASON it's not yet ready for live testing, do you have any clue as to what that reason might be?"

"Well of course, instead of actually working on this project you and that mister ... Collins ... were just wasting time playing video games and practicing magic tricks with your little knick-knacks, so your way off schedule"

"We don't ... we don't even /have/ a schedule! This project is a complete secret from all but the higher ups in your company and- ... and ...

"Don't forget the few associates like myself. People who think you should stop wasting precious time and just get right to bringing us useful results. Ten years and not a single human test subject? What have you been using, monkeys?"

"I said it's not ready for /live/ testing, last I checked, monkeys are alive."

"So you were using dead monkeys? What twisted zoo did you buy them from?"

The generally slow witted Jess felt as if her brain were exploding "Do you even grasp what your saying here?"

"Oh don't tell me you've been given as much money as you have and your doctor Collins was out poaching."

"Ok, that's it, that is it! You owe me a hundred and thirty-nine dollars."

This time it was Sam's turn to feel confused. "Wha?" but she shook it off "What for?"

"That's a dollar per brain cell, you break em, you buy em." Jess attempted, but utterly failed to extend her hand in a 'pay up' gesture.

"Are you sure you even had that much to loose, I don't intend to pay for damaged merchandise you know"

"What!? Why, Er, ...gah!" the only reason Jess didn't choke Sam out right then and there was the limited space. True, it would also have been utterly uncharacteristic of her, but combine lack of oxygen, tight confines, the smell of two girls sweating on each other, horrendous insults from someone denser than yourself, and the threat of imitate, painful death and even normally passive individuals may make an attempt at violence.

"Will you knock it off already! We just need to find a way to get past these- ..."

"These armored doors? Built to withstand multiple explosions and high bursts of electro-chemical energy and radiation?"

"Oh, so this is what that idiot doctor was wasting money on then, why not just use plastic doors? Those we could easily break"

Jess had had more than enough, reaching down past shapely legs, and tearing some of someone's clothing on the way, she managed to grab the snow globe and hold it threateningly near Sam's head.

"WHAT did you call him?"

"You heard me, an idiot. Or are you hard of hearing as well?"

Jess had forgotten all about this girl's attempt at helping, though she might have remembered the reasons behind it.

SMASH!

The tiny glass decoration crashed noisily against the sturdy inner structure of the tube, the water and little white things spilled down the clothing of both girls, tiny shards of glass tinkled down to the floor. What was left attached to the handle were the jagged, pointy ends aimed directly at Sam's head.

"What do you have to say now?" Jess goaded. Only to cringe as it was answered with a horrifying question.

"Just what was a snow-globe doing in here anyway?"

"Well obviously he was about to- ... to ..." the shocked, utterly horrified look on her face said it all.

"To what, or let me guess, you don't know?" well, so it was obvious to those keen on reading facial expressions.

"To teleport it! Why else would he put something in an experimental teleporter?"

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*Meanwhile, few rooms over*

Doctor Jeff Collins sat at the controls puzzling over his latest test results. A stone shard in one hand, papers strewn across the desk as his crude, illegible documentation, while his other hand hovered over the start up button. He just had to find out why this was working, and more importantly, if he could duplicate whatever extra-ordinary properties this seemingly ordinary rock possessed. If it was something exotic, extraterrestrial, heck, even extraplaner were a key component here and not the rock itself, or even required a specific type of rock in combination with that mysterious key component then he needed to isolate it, identify it, and conceive some method of reproducing it. Mass producing it wouldn't be a problem if a single grain of sand could be used multiple times, though he may need to run that decoration thing through the teleporter over and over again just to test for long term, or unpleasant side effects of extended or prolonged use.

If it was something to do with the machine and ... and what? Ninjas came in and fixed it while he wasn't looking? There wasn't anything magical about the rock that permanently recalibrated the machine, the rock had to be present or whatever was sent through wasn't put back together once it came out. That and ninjas were all he could think of, so ruling out a ninja infestation he could safely deduce the machine itself wasn't the reason this worked.

He pressed the button to start up the teleportation process casually, not wanting to be distracted by such a menial task. It would be a while before he could get his hands on something alive to send through, and the round shiny thing wasn't all that interesting to look at if it didn't come out mangled, twisted, or glowing. The man sighed ...

So what was to be done here? Keep playing around, running random things through the teleporter over and over using up the reserves of energy we still have from all the vaporized items. Find some method of determining what was so special about these rocks without so much as a clue of where to begin. What, were they radioactive? Was there some special quarts in the material? Was it space rock?

No wait, he'd already covered extraterrestrial ... it should be easy to see if this thing was from earth if he just consulted a few specialists. No wait up again, the whole project was a secret so it was dangerous to consult with anyone. And he wasn't especially eager to give up his new toy and all the possible discoveries he could make to someone else with a little more expertise. Call it jealousy, call it rivalry, or call it a healthy desire to be more than a footnote in some kid's history book when people start talking about who made the first functional teleportation pod on account of some random fluke.

He held the shard close to his face and stared at it with unblinking devotion. His brain scoured countless possibilities, endlessly searching for: -

"Ow! My head hurts" and thus, the search had ended. Having successfully given up, he shoved the stone into his pocket and walked over to the door.

"Computer, open door number 87 to allow Jeff Collins through" he said aloud, being lazy and taking advantage of the voice recognition program. But dang that was a lot of words, could anyone really call that lazy? The fact nothing happened made the effort even worse.

"Computer?" oh! Right, he'd turned it off.

"*Sigh* Fine then ... computer, initiate start up sequence and run a short system check, possible divide by zero error in the pizza place databanks."

The whole facility whirred slightly as the computer woke up, but things went silent once more as he opened the door himself and strolled peacefully down the hall. This was good, this was calm, predictable. He was excited and happy to have his mind occupied by what should be a solvable puzzle, Jess would still be at the receptionist office when it was time to leave, everything was quiet. For an easily frazzled scientist this was about as good as life gets.

He thought about just what retirement would be like once he got everything working and made millions. Would he get some sort of hobby? Would he retire to his own private beach, or another secret lab? True, there were better things to ponder considering there was still quite a bit of work to do, but this was still the happiest, least chaotic moment he'd had in several weeks and he'd very much like for it to continue.

It was a slow, boring, and utterly peaceful walk through the hallway till he could approach the door to his machine.

"Computer?" he called, a moment before the door slid open of it's own power.

"Doctor Jeff Collins is admitted through to experiment room."

"Well at least that's working again, now lets see how the meaningless ..." he casually, absently pressed the tiny, round, blue button to side open the tube and see what had been teleported out. He wasn't even paying attention to the machine itself, rather looking at energy readings to measure how much it cost and how much he got back from the transfer itself ... odd, apparently the little snow-globe massed more than fifty times his estimate. Something to recalibrate for- ...

"GYAAAHHH!"

Apparently he glanced into the containment tube. Took him long enough.

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*It wasn't exactly painless, being torn apart molecule by molecule as the necessary but well mapped incineration vaporized the contents within one of the two tubes. But after the initial death, there wasn't much feeling to complain about while it went on to destroy those individual atoms by plucking neutrons and protons out of their predestinated unit of exist, unleashing force of a four hundred pound nuclear explosive into a surprisingly well shielded (and thankfully magnetized) into a relatively small area. But the explosion from this unlikely full matter conversion 'bomb' wasn't given enough time to properly expand before each and every quart of matter was then further destabilized into pure energy, a process something akin to turning ice into vapor by running it through a meat grinder really, really fast.

The raw, literally cosmic forces were then converted from a sheer mass of potential energy into electrical energy, which could be predicted, monitored, and controlled in a more reliable fashion, just in time for long chains of copper rods to slide down from the ceiling and conduct the mass of two girls and a snow globe through the thick, equally well shielded tubing of the teleportation device. The trip was only two feet, but there was so much going on in this reaction that any sensible person would be thankful their's only one room to monitor. A room that is off-limits while tests are underway for a number of obvious reasons ...

Then began the more difficult process of converting pure electricity into a living, breathing, and fully functional apparatus based solely on the carbon maps taken during the initial destruction of it's previously stable, solid matter. If such a thing could be achieved there was much more than mere teleportation at stake, with only a working map and a lot of power this thing could be jury rigged into a matter converter. If it doesn't work, then all you have coming out the other end of the tube is a really big flash. Yet one more reason to thank whatever was in the box ...

The electrify was condensed at a subatomic level, much like taking individual vapor molecules and trying to make ice by crushing them into each other. There was a reason the doctor wasn't successful in his original attempts. This time, just like with the previous experiments on that fateful day, the particles within the stone set something like an magnet to draw the stray energy into a single location, sport a temporary anchor to make it stay there, and then move on to the next spot as indicated by the carbon map while simultaneously retaining it's previous position. A simple exploit of the fact that at the base level of the subatomic universe one object cannot move from one point to another in the traditional fashion, rather it pops from one point to the next without bothering that little bit of space in between. It doesn't even have to stop existing at it's previous location for it to still exist at it's new location.

This much was well known, though not exactly exploitable by anyone's standards, thus it stands to reason that Doctor Jeff Collins would be stumped trying to guess that the bits of matter within those stone grains of dust anchored every bit of energy into the precise bit of mater all throughout the intended structure at the same time, allowing a near instantaneous reconstruction of what used to be a lump of plasma.*

"Oww ..." the girl cried once her lungs could take in oxygen again, only once there was air present to transfer did the heart start back up with an unusually audible thumping sound.

'The doctors really going to be mad if we messed up one of his experiments" she thought to herself in panic. "True, it's not like I care what that deliciously handsome menace to society thinks" only to realize her thoughts didn't agree with her.

'Of course I care, I love the man! But sense I'll never work up the courage to tell him that I'll just have to handcuff him to a bed and make him' it wasn't long before she started to question that line of thought as well.

'Handcuff? I'd never do that, it's too ... too ... ok, so I'm just that aggressive, I think, no wait. Yes! I am aggressive and assertive, that's why I hide behind chairs whenever people start yelling' again her thoughts gave her a moments pause.

'That can't be right!' she gave up thinking for now and decided to ascertain more pressing matters, such as how many limbs did she have now and where the heck was she. This teleporter could have sent her to mars for all the gir- ... 'Wait! No it couldn't, it feeds directly from one tube to the ne- ... er, how do I know that?' she shook her head to clear up the confusion. It didn't work, but it was a nice distraction. 'No time for that now, just ignore your brain.'

'Yeah, I'm really good at that, really, really, really ... ok! I can shut up now, thank you!'

A quick scan, so long as she doesn't insult herself with confusingly conflicted thoughts this should be a perfect distraction. All four limbs were intact, she could move every individual toe and count to five (but no higher) with each. Her fingers were similarly unimpeded, though every movement felt odd in a way she couldn't quite place. Heavier? Maybe. She had been in a tube with another person, but there wasn't anyone else here. And, come to think of it, the tube was a lot smaller now. Whereas before she could move her arms about, now they were pressed awkwardly into her ribs. Before her head was a good distance away from the roof of the tube, now her hair was getting caught in the wires.

'Did the tube shrink? No, no that wouldn't make any sense. Could I have teleported? That does make sense given what I last remember, but the second tube was the same size as the first! It wouldn't be this small. Did ...' she paused to consider with a rather frightened demeanor 'Did the machine make me grow? That's the only thing that makes sense.'

She experimented further by pushing her feet around, she couldn't see the floor thanks to her breasts and arms blocking the view, but she could still feel down there. It was full of broken glass and little bits of fabric, and there was some sort of bowl thing that ... the snow globe! Well, the broken one anyway. One mystery solved, the snow-globe must have teleported with her.

'But then, where did the fabrics? ...' she didn't giver her thoughts enough time to decide an emotion before she noticed that most of her clothing had been ripped to pathetic little tatters of color. Her panties in particular seemed to have wedged in uncomfortably before simply snapping without her notice ... even stranger, there were two of them. And not all of the fabric matched. Parts of it were the same color and texture as her own cloths, but there were plenty that looked as if they belonged to her ...

'Wait, that can't be right' she wondered, surely they didn't both belong to her. But, each time she thought of the two clearly different styles of fabric she could remember wearing it. There had to be something more here, so she thought back to putting her cloths on in the morning and came up with two separate results. She could clearly remember slipping on thin, colorless panties underneath her skirt in a bland but acceptable room in a boring, suburban neighborhood. Yet at the same time she remembers slipping on tight, form fitting panties, covering them with very slim shorts, and fitting a skirt on over that while looking out the window of a ten story office suit. Ok, one of those memories were a little more pleasant, but the duality was still as confusing as ever.

'Ignore it' she thought to herself, it was definitely harder to stop your thoughts from doing something if all you could use were those same faulty thoughts. So she once more focused on sensory input, that should be distracting. She then noticed just how hard it was to breath in a tube that kept jamming her arms into her chest. There wasn't much air to begin with and now she could latch on to the very, very distracting fact it was running out fast.

'At least there is only one person in this tube, if there were more this would have been even more uncomfortable.' but then it dawned on her 'Why is there only one person in this thing? Two people teleported'

The girl pressed out against the slick metal walls in a crude, pitiful effort to make more room. Naturally they didn't budge, but the effort made her feel better in such a claustrophobic location. She sighed to herself then sighed again at the realization that sighing was using up all her oxygen. What if she didn't get out of here at all? Sure, the teleportation thingy/(costly piece of junk) may have caused a few memory problems, so maybe the brain just didn't work right after coming out, but still at least he'd gotten it to a point where the thing puts passengers back together at all. Speaking of thought problems, she mulled over what her new and apparently scrambled brain called the teleportation device. "Thingy" and "costly slab of metal" seemed to come to mind at the same time, yet another headache inducing duality.

She tried to pull her arm back so as to slam on the door, but nothing really happened and she knew full well it wouldn't even make a sound if she could have.

SWOOP. The door slid up on it's own power, allowing the girls arms and oversized breasts to spill out. If her shoulders didn't prop her up at the doorway she would have toppled over, but with the fresh, clean air and much needed room to stretch she wasn't going to complain about anything for a while. It was hard to position her head down so she could see, but the room outside looked normal. A bit smaller perhaps, so maybe the tube didn't shrink at all? Oh wait! There was a lab coat, thankfully with someone in it, standing near the ... the ... ok, so she didn't actually know what all the blinky lights and numbers were, but it was obviously something important. She was just about to decide if it was worth speaking up or perhaps crawling out of the uncomfortable tube when:

"GYAAAHHH!"

Ok, so there was something she could complain about, all that annoying and painful noise the doctor was making.

'Gah! That's Doctor Collins!' she recognized the face, and felt that same odd duality as all those other times she tried to think, only now it was more like a battle between unyielding happiness with a backup squad of hope in the wings against unrelenting hatred with it's own combined force of envy and annoyance. The confusing internal battle wasn't leaving a good impression on her face either, as her expressions kept changing to try and keep up with her feelings.

"Who, what?" Jeff called before careening towards the screen door. "Computer, initiate lockdown procedures and prepare automatic weapo- ..."

SMACK! The door didn't open, and the doctor fell on his butt.

The girl blinked at what little she could see and tried to bend down so her head could at least fit out the doorway. Flexing her muscles like that only worked to fling tiny scraps of what was left of her shirt across the room with an audible snap.

"Computer, what's the meaning of this? Open the door and don't let that monster escape?"

"Monster!? Where!" the girl looked around, alarmed by the thought of some scary, slimy thing smashing through walls and killing people at random. Then another part of her mind told her those thoughts were stupid and childish, so her train of thought was thus derailed into a "no, your more stupider" contest with herself. Jeff could be thankful for the fact neither he, nor anyone else has to listen to her inner dialog, but then he could also be thankful for having turned around in time to see her shapely, uncovered breasts. All of a sudden he had a hard time thinking of her as a monster to run away from.

"Lockdown procedures are in place doctor, I cannot allow these doors to open as it may allow dangerous creatures to escape and harm the doctor. You doctor Jeff Collins will just have to sacrifice yourself so that Doctor Jeff Collins may be marginally safer"

"Uh ..." there were so many logic errors concerning that statement, Jeff didn't know where to begin. It didn't help that he'd been surprised and was currently distracted by something he really enjoyed looking at either.

"JeFf? CoLLins?" the girl spoke out loud for the first time sense teleporting, though she didn't remember her voice whatsoever. It was much, much lower, but still feminine rather than masculine. And it had this rather annoying tendency to change in the middle of a word, at least on this first 'test' of her newly acquired vocal cords.

"I'll get to you later computer" the man muttered under his breath before getting up to his feet. The girl could see him turning to face her rather than just look, she could see how he kept a very healthy distance, she could see the fear and confusion on his face ... though worst of all was probably how much shorter he was.

"ThAt SettleS Sit ... this Stupid thing made Me bigger" her voice was slushy at first, and kept changing pitch just as before, but the words were less distorted the longer the sentence was on. She was compensating for whatever was wrong with practice.

"Who ... who are you?"

The girl stated "Jseasms" then stared at the wall dumbstruck by something or other. "No, That canT be right, it's Jseasms! ... No, that's not ... er, what if- ..."

"I don't much like that answer, so lets move along then" his brain getting to work on an all new puzzle. "What are you?"

"I am an saecccroeutnatraynt" she stated once more with the utmost confidence, only to appear dumbstruck once more as that confidence shattered. "No, that's not it, I'm a- ..."

"Simply amazing, I don't think I can pronounce that, but lets move on before you hurt yourself" he glared at the door and for a brief moment pondered buying a gun so he could shoot the computer's hard drive. Though permanently disabling the automated systems was a secondary priority. "For instance, just where do you come from? Are you from a different galaxy, or a more local star system within our own?"

"WHAT?!" she went from dumbstruck to outraged, but stomping her foot or waving her arms in anger didn't work out very well.

"Oh, are you a pan dimensional entit- ..." this time the girl cut him off, and rather loudly.

"JUST WHAT do you think I AM Doctor!"

"On first glance I'd suspected you were alien, perhaps come to inter- ..." strike two, again she cut him off.

"I'm HUMAN! I came from right here, you saw me in the office just ... er, no I was sneaking around ... no, I never saw you ... er"

"Um ... I have no idea what to answer when your contradicting yourself like this, and haha! If your trying to fool anyone into thinking that meat suit is the genuine article you need to scale the size down a bit. There are no twelve feet tall humans."

"You SaW Me behind tHe counter! I've wOrked here for Ten YeaRs!" she practically screamed, sticking to one story rather than contradicting herself again with that part of her brain saying just the opposite.

"No you ... er ..." denial, confusion, alarm, then panic. Jeff's face switched rapidly from one expression to the next as realization sunk in. His legs and spine stiffened as his center of mass moved down and back, his arms swung out and behind him seeking something to grab, his eyes were wide and the pupils smaller than normal, the man's jaw muscles clenched tighter and tighter bringing his face into a horrified grimace. "Who ... who are you?!" if not for the door and all of the fragile equipment the man would have probably run away right now.

"I already tolD you I'm Jseasms! ... braarrgh! It still doesn't sound right!"

"Jase ... Jeas ... Jse ..." the man fumbled around, trying to pronounce it.

Meanwhile the girl arched her back, angled her hips and upper arms to one side, then shoved her shoulder through the opening. The maneuver was hard on her knees, but once she could fit the hips through it was a simple matter to get out of the device. And she wasn't wasting a moment of potential stretching room.

The doctor kept trying to wrap his head around a number of things, and a twelve foot tall, fully endowed woman shaking off the shredded remains of what might have once been clothing wasn't the best thing to help him focus. Nor were the rather erotic stretches mind you, a naked woman holding her arms over her head and leaning back is not something most men can look away from.

"Jse ... jes? Jess!" but then again, this particular man was supposedly intelligent. "Is that you Jess?" he dared to take a step forward, hoping some part of her face might be recognizable.

"Jess? Yneos! That's mnyot name." yet another pause before she cringed in frustrated. It wasn't just the words getting messed up, her own thoughts kept trying to go in two different directions, so it would be unlikely to correct grammatical mishaps through force of will.

"Yne ... hey! I think I've figured out what's going on here"

"Really?" the girl couldn't believe it could be that simple, all of a sudden she felt really lucky the doctor was here. An emotion that went unopposed.

"Well, parts of it. Your name at least. Here, let me show you something" he rushed off to a nearby desk, rummaged around for a sheet of paper and a pencil, then spelled out the word 'Yneos' at the top. "This is what you answered when I asked if you were Jess, it is a 'yes' or 'no' question meaning there are only two definitive answers. The word you used and seem so confused about uses all of the same letters, 'y' 'e' 's' 'n' and 'o' so all you did was slip the word 'no' in between the rest of the word. It's like you were trying to say both at the same time"

"I know thAt, its not JuSt the words it's my HeaD as weLL." she responded.

"Hmm ... trying to say both at the same time" Jeff pondered this, then flipped the sheet of paper over to write out 'Jseasms' on the unused side. From there he took each letter apart, used what he could to spell 'Jess' on one side of the page, and then tried to come up with a second name using the three letters he had left. 'S' 'A' and 'M'... it didn't take long to come up with one. "Sam?!"

"WwHhearTE?" she responded in some unearthy sounding blend of 'where' and 'what' ...

"Your, I can't believe I'm saying this, your Sam aren't you?!"

"Yneos"

"Ok, your Jess and Sam. How's that?"

"Yes." she answered, a slow, dull realization overcoming her. "What?"

"That explains why you keep contradicting yourself then"

"What do you mean I'm Jess and Sam?" she yelled with disgust, leaning down so she could look him in the eye and point a finger twice as large as it should be. Neither of the two girls admired the other, so each half of their mentality despised the idea of being merged with their other half.

"Well, what were you doing before 'this' happened?"

"I was messing around with the teleporter, trying to stop me from ..."

"Aha! The reconstruction sequence, it's the not so simple matter of how you were put back together." he paused to reflect on that before continuing "But wait, all I put in was some colorful ball thing, just how did you get 'IN' the machine?"

"I wash Trying to ssptoyp omne ysoaumr prforgormemss- ..." thankfully she was cut off before she could finish the sentence.

"Slow down, one set of memories at a time."

"I don- ..."

"Just listen to what one half is saying, then ignore the other part."

"Um ... ook, I was trying to Find saM, and then I found Sam, and then we fought over the snow gloBe, then we Fell in and It went aLL flashy" the doctor could summarize this was Jess's recollection of the events.

"And just what was Sam doing here?" he asked, his tone changing rapidly from inquisitive to angsty.

"She, I ... er, Ishe ... was spying. SiHe was HopinG to looK at the teleporter without you showing me around, you pompous, handsome, miserable, charming- ..." she was going to say man, but she also felt she was going to say weasel. Given the contradictory terms, silence seemed the appropriate alternative.

"I'll need to speak to your father about that one, now to focus. If you two both fell into the machi- ..." he lost his own focus "why were you calling me things like 'handsome' and 'charming' just a moment ago?"

"I wwaassn't" she responded, rather than mixing words this time it just sounded like she took longer to say it.

"Ok, why was a 'part' of you calling me those things" he stared right into her eyes, level with his own. Her breasts sagged towards the floor because she was bending over, but given the proportion it didn't look like sagging.

"Because I'veshe's had a crush on you for the past five years" she stated bluntly, openly, and with a sullen and confused remorse after the fact.

"Wh- ..." was all the man could get out. One shock at a time thank you ...

"I, er ... no, s-sorry, normally I ... I mean" but she cut herself off. "Normally I'm too shy to say anything and just bask in whenever you give me gratitude, but now that I've got someone else's personality in here" she reached up to tap her head. "We can use 'that' personality to supply the aggressiveness required for the bold approach."

"Wha- ..." words failed him yet again, Jeff might as well have been paralyzed.

"Speaking of which, their's something I've always wanted to do" she stood up, and for the first time sense the computer locked him in took in the nuances of her luscious form. She was roughly twelve feet tall and completely naked, her skin was white, smooth, and utterly flawless from her unwrinkled forehead to toes that might as well have been polished. Her hair was a dirty blonde, a white-ish yellow with just enough speckles of dark and brown to make someone inspecting it closely wonder which was really the dominant color, while someone looking from afar would see a perfect blend. Her eyes were twice as large as they should have been, but her body was larger in the same proportion so their effect was more eerie than 'cute' as is the case with popular anime. After a brief moment of craning his neck to fallow her eyes, he caught on to that second aspect of her height so elegantly paired with her newfound nudity.

His face was just barely above her crouch, looking 'strait ahead' all he could see was her pussy. There wasn't much hair between her legs, but there was enough to prove one of the two didn't shave. The hair down here was the exact same dirty blonde as the hair on her head. Jess/Sam took a single step forward so that her arm could wrap around Jeff's shoulder.

"What are- ..." the man was getting farther along with that question.

"Can you really be so innocent, I can tell you have no idea how long I've been in love in you, just how many times I watch your pert little ass as your walking away. How often I've pleasured myself to pictures of you before going to sleep." she also felt he a weasely little twerp, but the splash of negative was offset with 'yeah, I can use him' so the motion carried. "And right now I've got you just where I want you, nothing is going to stop our special moment"

Her voice was fluid and smooth while both parts of her personality were working in union, but it was her movements that were more seductive. Her legs spread slightly to fit Jeff's frame between them, but were just tight enough to keep a grip on his sides. Her firm, incredibly smooth thighs pressed warmly from two directions. Her other arm fallowed the first and cupped around Jeff's shoulder, partly to add to the embrace and partly so it was easier drawing the stunned man in. Still standing mostly upright, her massive breasts squished on top of Jeff's head and kept shifting from left to right until his skull fit in between them. All he could really see was most of the girl's belly button and all of her moistening crouch, but he could feel everything else.

Then came the unexpected, still gripping onto him tightly, she bent down and straitened her spine, her knees jutting forward and sliding past. As her legs moved past him and her crouch was placed lower and lower to the floor, he slid closer and closer, up until his own was meshed awkwardly against hers. Awkward is the only word to describe it when fem-cum soaks the outside of your pants and trails down in little streaks. Her belly slid lower against his own, his face, which was just bellow her breasts, was suddenly squeezed upward in between them as her whole body slid lower and lower to accommodate the notable size difference. In the end, she had her legs wrapped around his torso while grinding against the cloths covering his penis, her breasts surrounded his shoulders, trapping him from the neck down with just his face poking out between them, and her arms wrapped around his back as a hug to frame the whole position.

She stared into his cute little eyes with a mixture of innocent lust ... and boredom. She licked her upper lip as if concentrating on something, (namely how to French kiss him without snapping his jaw) before taking the plunge. It was a simple matter of closing her eyes and lowering her neck with her mouth puckered and aimed at the man's adorable, scientastical face. There was a momentary lapse in which she wanted to commit suicide for thinking the word 'scientastical' but the sheer joy of finally getting to kiss Mister Collins overpowered it. This was as romantic as she wanted things to get, this place was secluded, they had several hours of playtime before they were even off the clock, and much, much longer after that before anyone would bother to check in here. Oh, it was just wonderful contemplating all the things they would do together, the sheer bliss of feeling his seed in her womb. The loving embrace of a kind, intelligent man who would be the father of at least one beautiful, super genius child. The sensible part of her mind kept telling her this was silly, but the sensible part of her brand new mind didn't actually care enough to do something about it. This kiss would be wonderful, this kiss would be magical, this kiss would be ...

"Stop"

This kiss would taste ... funny. The girl opened her eyes to find she had Jeff's hand in her mouth, his head was leaned back as if to escape her lips and one free arm (how exactly he slipped that up her boobs without her noticing will forever remain a mystery) was held up in gesture that complimented what he'd asked: Stop. She backed her head away from the man, blushed ever so slightly when she saw the trails of saliva lacing from his fingertips to her mouth. She wanted to kiss him, but to actually force herself on the man she loved would be extremely out of character. There was a part that kept saying 'screw the man and get this idiocy over with' but it was easy to tell who's mind those came from and could thus be safely ignored.

"What? What is it hon?" she winked. The voices in her head could be ignored, but she couldn't ignore Mister Collins.

"I, R-really feel I need to pay more attention to you je ... sa? Whichever one of you is speaking now"

"II aamm" she interjected ever so helpfully.

"Of course. But as I was saying, now really isn't the time to act out, nor to take advantage of anything going through your mind now. This is a serious malfunction ma'am, do you understand this? The teleporter wasn't designed for live testing, it isn't even safe to turn the thing on from the same room. In light of recent events, our first priority must be to return you to normal before we have to mess up the legal system with redefining 'murder' and 'date-rape drugs' within the new parameters of reconstructive molecular synthesis and the mind altering effects of being transformed into lightning for a few brief seconds."

"W-wait, so you don't ... you don't want to have sex now?" her pupils grew larger, her face grew taut and firm, her eyes watered in a barely concealed pout, she looked just seconds away from bursting into tears. It was painful to watch, and as one can imagine painful to say 'no' to.

"I think it's ..." the man stumbled for a safe fix, all the while thinking 'don't blow it man, she could crush you with a hug' ... what he came up with: "I think it's a flattering proposal, and one I must consider under more appropriate circumstances, for a number of reasons, but as there may be risk to your very life I must decline. There are far more important things at stake than ten minutes of guilty pleasure."

"On-Only ten minutes?" she accepted the answer at face value, but seemed put off by his passing phrase. The man took this as his chance to shove her arms off and break free.

"I'm really sorry Ma'am, ma'ams ... mam? Er, no getting sidetracked now, I need to examine you carefully to make sure all of your organs are in place, exactly how seamless your merging is, if your matter is stable or unstable, and if so? Are you radioactive beyond the lethal threshold. Worse still, I seem to remember placing a ball of sorts in the machine, if that teleported with you I need to check for broken glass and little ornamental things poking out of your body at random or just itching beneath your skin."

"Eeep!" her hair stood on end, her hands covered her mouth in a submissive, frightened gesture, and all of a sudden she was nodding furiously. She didn't dare try to hold him while he was fighting, no matter how good it felt rubbing her moist, glistening privates against him, so the man shoved free with ease. "Y-yes please, go ahead. I d-don't want to ... to ... you know" she could only whisper the word "die' ... before you can fix things" and most of her was absolutely certain he would.

"Ok, remedial checklist is now in play, number one on today's issues is making sure your healthy, number two is separating you two girls before a catfight breaks out in bizarre and unexpected ways. Let's look at your skin"

She blushed, leaned back, and spread her legs as wide as she could "Here you are, all the skin you'll ever need to 'examine'" she giggled.

"Ugh ..." Jeff slapped a palm to his face "That's not what I meant and you know it, but ... hmmm, odd" he ran his finger across her thigh, finding it impeccably smooth. Flawless even. He placed his whole hand on a particularly fleshy part of her thigh and slid it downward, feeling it slide effortlessly without annoying hairs or minor indentations. It felt ... unnatural. It was more like polished stone turned squishy than a living, breathing woman, and just like her oversized breasts Jeff found it more unsettling than arousing. He moved on down towards her feet- ...

And he didn't like the way his pre covered pants made wet squishing noises when he walked. But, he wasn't about to take them off now, and it was only two steps to Jess/Sam's feet. They were big ... not quite twice the size of his own feet as both Sam's and Jess's were smaller individually, but combined at least they were bigger than his head, which made their distinguishing feature even more obvious.

"Hahaha! S-stop touching th- hahaha! That, it tickles!"

"Miss, have you noticed this? Your feet are just as smooth and .. Erm" he glanced at her still very exposed cunt while trying to look her in the eye. "Flawless ... as the rest of you"

"Are you trying to say I'm beautiful?" she managed through fits of girlish laughter as the man shifted to feet and toes around, examining them and sliding his fingers across every portion of it.

"I'm trying to say you don't have any cracks or crevices in your skin, none whatsoever! If your feet are this smooth then ... sit up please, can I take a look at your hands?"

"Alright then, if you ... insist" she stood up abruptly, intentionally making her breasts bounce, but she only succeeded in striking a blow to her pride when Collins ignored her bare tits and actually focused on her fingers.

"Just as I suspected, look at this! You don't have any fingerprints, no wrinkles of any kind!"

"Ooooh, so then I must be really young, I'm glad that tel - ypor - ter thingy didn't add up our ages as well. I take it you like girls young?"

"Will you stop flirting already!" Jeff shouted in response "This is serious, though perhaps not life threatening. When you, uh ... two, were merged, either the reconstruction process or the scanning process either only accounted for your basic structure and not the minor details, or it wasn't able to process those minor details when the body outgrew their proportions and thus dumped the cache entirely. This alone is an issue that could take weeks of testing" his eyes grew wide in panic, he dropped the girl's hand and stepped back, proclaiming "I'm going to need to merge even more things, living things! Just to field test the results! Layers upon layers of complexity have just been added to my time and budget!"

"Hmmm, well what if we just merged me and you? Would we call it a threesome?" she giggled, bending her knees up to her chest to sit into a fetal position.

"I said stop flirting and I meant it. Now hold still while I look for a snow globe poking out of your skin somewhere." he sighed "And yet another set of tests and control samples I'll need to acquire just to make sure a poor sap holding a cell-phone won't come out the other end looking like a cyborg. Or so that a person's cloths don't end up in their gastro intestinal tract. Animate teleporting with inanimate, gah! I might even need to program an entire new difference parameter and at least two more sections to it's already massive 'if/else' structure to make sure things don't mix"

"Or your could make it bigger and stuff a pony and narwhal through. Then go tell the world you've invented a unicorn!" Sam/Jess interrupted with a childish glee, moments before a cynical, conniving tone of voice continued from there "We could charge parents by the thousands to let their- ..."

"I'm not inventing a unicorn, no! I have a tough enough job as it is trying to get bums off the street in here for testing, I don't want to hire a team of whalers to hunt down a narwhal for me." he pressed both hands up against her ribs, feeling in between each bone and poking every bit of soft, leathery flesh within reach. He moved around and behind, poking his hand onto the girl's semi-exposed spine until it made her straiten up, burying it under her skin. He reached up as high as he could to flick her hair out of the way, revealing a gorgeous, and thankfully healthy looking neck. Lastly, he pressed his ear to a soft area just behind and bellow her rib cage, then listened closely as her breath rose and fell. Her heartbeat, that constant thumping seemed normal for a human.

That was about the only thing odd, if she was bigger, or rather, had twice the mass as the two separate bodies, then the heartbeat should have been slower if she was at rest. What could account for it beating at normal speeds?

"Docter co- ... I mean Jeff? Why did you listen from back there instead of at my chest, that's where a doctor is supposed to listen to a girl's heartbeat."

"I was listening to your lungs actually, and yep! They seem to be working fine."

"You didn't answer the question Docty Coll - ins" she retorted playfully.

"For the last time will you please stop flirting! I am not about to go over and shove my face into your chest ok?"

"Don't you mean again? Because I think your face has already been in my- ..."

"No, now be quiet please" so that explained it perfectly, her heart was going faster than seemed logical because she wasn't at rest, she was filled with lust. He was almost certain that could have it's uses, but only after he'd figured out a way to change her back. "Can you lay your head back please? I need to check your scalp and can't reach it from here."

"Ok, fine. If you say so" the girl seemed disappointed at having been turned down so many times, but complied. Her frown turned to a grin when she was laying back, fully relaxed with her head leaning against the teleporter tube she'd just come out of while the doctor she wanted to fuck was running his hands through her hair.

Jeff didn't exactly like the way she grinned, it looked too much like she was scheming. And in all probability she was ... but her scalp was as smooth, clean and healthy as the rest of her. For all of it's many major mistakes the reconstruction process produced a viable, healthy woman to the exact proportions it was given, and it fully incorporated all of the excess mass in a way that didn't produce tumors or mutant heads sticking out of her butt. He almost worried that if he couldn't feel bits or pieces of the decoration he'd thrown in here it must have been lodged deeper into the girl's vital systems, but then he saw glass from the tube poking through her long, silky hair.

The man leaned away from her scalp, brushed some of her hair aside, then picked up and examined the contents ... all of it, including the hair, was wet and covered in tiny white bead thingies.

"Um, I think I've found the ... what was it again?"

"Snowglobe?"

"Yeah, that's it"

"Ok, so where is it? Is it in my head!" she eeped! "Is it in my brain, ruining all my thought processes and stuff!"

"No, but it is in your hair now ... why weren't your feet wet?"

"Huh?"

"Somehow the snow globe broke instead of coming back together normally, or idiotically incorporated into your vital systems. So on the bright side we don't have to worry about cancer or death by ill placed button when we turn this on, but now I have to try and figure out why it sent the ball thing through in pieces rather than intact. Did it put the whole thing together in pieces and fail to connect them?"

The girl sat up, thought for a moment, and whistled innocently "Yep, that must be how it happened. Otherwise it breaking like that is a complete mystery."

"Hmm, fine then, and I can suppose your feet just dried off before I got to them or something. But hey, at least there weren't any cuts."

"Yep! I'm a really lucky girls" she giggled.

"That's it. Step two is now separate you two, and the backup plan is to invent new pronouns. Make yourself comfortable while I run over the data feeds."

"So can I- ..." The girl raised her hand.

"If the question is sex related then no" the man cut her off, frantically returning to the same computer screens and oddly shaped keyboard interfaces as he was before Sam/Jess startled him.

The girl moped, but sat there very patiently picking glass out of her hair while the man scrolled up through every bit of data the computer had recorded. When she was done cleaning her hair, she took advantage of the fact it was both long and wet to do 'fun' things with it. She trailed it between her breasts to emphasize the cleavage, she ran it across her tities to make it look like her hair was a braw. When that got boring she curled into a ball and tried to wipe up the bits of pre-cum with her wet hair, then run it between her legs like a string bakini. It didn't reach, but the effort was amusing to anyone watching.

The doctor, so preoccupied with the computer readings and the revealed source code, wasn't listed among such watchers. "I've got it!" he shouted at random before tapping onto the keys and pressing stray buttons like a madman with a canine addiction. "Don't bother cleaning anything up, just get into the first tube and we'll run you through again with a duel functioning processor."

He rushed past her to sweep away glass shards and the globe's base with his hand, then toss the rock he'd placed in his pocked into the other tube.

"You want me to climb back in there?"

"Yep, so long as you don't want to call mine and your boss papa"

"What does a duel functioning thingy mean?"

"All I know right now is that it will either make two copies of you in your current state, though a bit shorter, or it will reverse this whole mess and turn you back into Jess and Sam. I'm not exactly certain, that's what field tests are for."

"I don't think I like field tests" she whined with uncertainty as she clambered and squeezed her way into the left tube.

"Then when Sam gets back we can tell her to stop poking around without a guide, now ... ugh!" he helped to shove her in by pressing into the girl's backside, it was soft and comfortably warm.

"Oh sure, blame it all on me" once in all the way, she turned around to face the door and did her best to curl up. "Now do we have to close the tube while I wait? Or can we close it just before it starts up? I don't want to suffocate waiting for you to walk back to the control room."

"Yeah, way ahead of you. Looks like number two on my list of things to do has just been switched to 'fix computer' though I think a quick fix of just allowing the remote settings should do. Computer, open all doors and connect interface attachments to door on tube L" the glass doors opened, there was a noisy whirring sound, and then it all went silent.

"Connection established, voice command now functions on teleporter pod sanctioned 'Tube L' would you like to establish connection with the rest of- ..."

"No, and computer? Report status of the building's current security." he just had to ask, just to be certain.

"Lockdown has been violated, security is null and void."

"I know that, all the doors are open. But what is the site's status? What of note is happening on this base that isn't in this room?" he got the answer only after it took a few seconds to make whirring noises.

"The the building is currently the staging ground for an intergalactic battle between sword wielding mice, giant cat paws with thumbs appearing out of floating holes in the middle of hallway D17, a teenager of unknown origin farting smoke and fire as he rushes through hallway R9 and an army of shadows with bunny ears armed with fully functional laser cannons."

Jeff stared. The girl stared. It was Jeff who broke the silence while rubbing the ridge between his eyes.

"That's it, I need an aspirin, as soon as this is done I'm uninstalling you computer."

"Acknowledged"

"I think I'll just stay in here." the girl waved from her cramped position in the machine as Jeff Collins wearily left the room and started down the hallway. After he was gone, it was boring for a few minutes. Nothing to do but sit still and try to make sure her hair, or even her legs weren't sticking out when the door closed. She paid attention to her breathing for a while, the slow inhale and exhale ... but it soon lost her interest.

'I wish Mister Collins had been more willing' she privately told herself, she new she was just being silly and that turning back to normal was more important, or at least one part of her mind kept saying so, but this was probably her only chance to act out how she felt around the man. Without Sam's blunt, overbearing characteristics how could she stomach coming right out and saying what she'd felt all along? With just Jess's mind she wasn't sure she could even focus on doing so. Her thoughts weren't very optimistic at the moment.

'Should I be more worried about if I'll live through this?' she wondered absently, shifting in her cramped position. It wasn't like this thing was anywhere near safe, there was every possibility that the thing turning on would be the last she ever saw. Ack! That means, if she dies here she'll have died without ever kissing Jeff! She felt a mild repulsion at the thought of doing anything with him, but panic and love shoved that aside. How could she die without making love to the most intelligent man she'd ever met? No! She wouldn't let that happen, no matter what this stupid machine did to her, no matter who or what she was. If she ever got the chance, it was right then she knew that Jeff would be hers.

BARK!

"Wha?" the sound of a dog barking and the clickity clacks of tough nails against a polished floor broke her concentration. Looking up and towards the open doorway, she was surprised to see a rather angry guard dog round the corner. It was a large dog, sporting a smooth coat of supple brown hair, laced with speckles of black along it's coat for that slightest bit of contrast. It's tail was so short as to be almost non-existent, the paws and parts of the face were a pure, smooth brown that stood out from the rest of it's fur. It's face was long and box shaped, ending in a flat, round, and black nose that only seemed to frame it's formidable teeth. It's floppy brown ears were hanging low and tight against the back of it's head, it's black, beady little eyes stared forward in an expression of bloodlust. It looked like a Doberman, possibly one of the guard dogs from around the site's entrance.

It looked angry.

"BARK! Grrrrr" the thing barked then growled at her, lowering it's head and it's tail in a combative stance, as if it were about to either charge or pounce in the next few seconds.

"H-hey! Take it e-easy there boy, no need to get excited" she tried to talk it down, it wasn't like she could run from her current position. It would take too long to even get out of this tube! And once she was out, what then? Pick something up and bash it? Duck through the doorway and make a run? She might be bigger than the dog but she was certain it would win if they got into a fight.

"Michel you get back here!" a gruff, exhausted sounding voice called from somewhere to the right, presumably some distance down the hallway opposite to Jeff's direction. It sounded male. Could that be the guard? Though the name he called, ah so this dog must be called Michel, that she could use.

"Michel? Michel you calm down, there's no need to bite anyone here. Michel?" she called out to it in a sweet, smooth sounding tone, as if she were trying to sing it a lullaby. It didn't work.

"Grrrr"

The thing just seemed too intent on attacking the strange smells of an intruder. Certainly her scent, a mix of Sam and Jess wouldn't be a familiar one. Though, in retrospect the fact her stupid guard couldn't get this dog under control said a lot about what kind of money was being spent on security here.

"There'S no neeD to- ..." she tried to talk it down one last time, before the computer cut her off.

"Teleportation sequence initiated, please keep all hands and legs inside the Teleportation device at all times. The door will now be closing."

And then the Doberman charged. It's pearly white teeth flashed ominously, it's eyes squinted in an expression of anger, it's thick, un-retractable claws clacked against the tiled floor. It leaped for the girl just moments before the door to the tube closed with a whooshing sound and a brief rush of air, leaving her trapped with a clawing, biting, painful little ball of fur that seemed intent on gouging out her neck. At least until the zapping started.

"Huff, huff ... alright Michel, you *huff* get over here" the fat, out of breath man in a loose fitting and unflattering uniform called out as he rounded the corner to the machine room. He saw the dog running in here, but now it was nowhere in sight, just a bunch of flashy lights and complicated looking buttons. That machine in the far back seemed to be doing something as it was making a lot of noise, but he had no idea just what sort of forces were raging behind closed doors, or just how quickly the room and everything in it would fry if one of the magnets stopped working.

"Unauthorized access noted, please step away from the door Biff Jameston." the mechanized voice from the automated systems called out just before sliding the glass door shut, cutting the room off from him.

"Hey, what gives?"

"It is currently unacceptable to allow live humans in the room while teleportation sequence is engaged, radiation leaks and explosions are commonplace. Humans are noted to be fragile" it answered.

"Yeah well my dogs in there, so will you open up and let him out?"

"But of course, as soon as teleportation sequences are no longer active."

"And how long wil- ..." he started to ask, a ketchup stain on his shirt pocket flowing amiably enough to drip onto the floor. But he was too startled by what came out of the machine to finish that question.

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From the girl's perspective she was both being attacked by a painful little bundle of fur, while simultaneously attacking a giant smelly monster girl intruder thingy. The human memories were jumbled enough before, constantly seeking understanding and order from massive contradictions that made every thought, every intention, every memory, both uncertain and unfocused. The poorly trained guard dog, with it's very simple understanding and blunt, animalistic desires, had no such trouble forming a coherent thought and converting it to an action. It had no trouble brushing aside the combined efforts at control posed by Jess and Sam, the body was his to command.

The first thing he did was sniff, try to take in everything he could. He smelled himself and something ... else, but it was confusing so he ignored it. He smelled the guard, he smelled fear, he smelled musk, er, never mind the musk scent, it was his own and that of some strange human girl thingy. But it was pleasant and it seemed to fill the room, so he didn't ignore it. The next thing he noticed was how cramped he was inside a tube thingy, that was uncomfortable so he clambered out and stood up to a full height of six feet ... while on four legs.

It was disappointing that he couldn't smell as much as before, perhaps something was blocking his nose? Trickles of curiosity and reasoning started to pierce the veil of a simple mind, but the dog shoved them aside so he could focus on rubbing his nose up against his groin. His penis was already out and occasionally bobbing up and down, so he took the opportunity to lick the sweet, salty sweat already forming in beads. The it smelled like piss, it smelled like human sweat, and it smelled like ... girl? He hadn't had the pleasure of a female companion in years, why would his crotch smell like girl?

Sam and Jess's memory punched through the moment Michel grew contemplative, explaining much of the situation with a dull, muddy understanding. He knew he'd been changed, he knew there was now a human pussy just bellow his penis and behind his ball sack, and he knew that he was really three people. With that mystery solved, he once more shoved the human consciousness aside and spent every fiber of his being trying to figure out a way to fit his normal, canine penis through that alien looking vigina just beneath it. If he didn't need another dog to have sex with then things would be ever so much simpler.

"Wh-what the hell ..." the guard on the other side of a sliding glass door exclaimed, for now too stunned and afraid to do anything useful.

The dog ignored him for now, walked over to the big flashy thing with all these neat little buttons and an overwhelming plastic smell. It didn't smell like him, but it was here and it was pretty so it must belong to him. He angled his side towards the control panel, lifted his hind leg to one side, and peed all over it. Now all of a sudden it was sparking and flashing red "error" messages, but at least it smelled like him. Pleased with that bit of work, he sauntered over to the glass door and looked for something to fuck. There was plenty of things in the room he could pee on later, even if all of them looked smaller than normal, and if was really desperate he might try stuffing his mouth with his own cock and playing around a bit, but so long as there was someone else around he'd consider them an alternative.

BANG! The beast was startled by the sudden sound of a gunshot, fallowed by the subsequent shattering glass. He crouched low in a feral, predatory stance, which put his head somewhere around chest height. He glanced towards the door and saw that, much to the surprise of the shooter, it held. The bullet didn't even go all the way through, he could see it wedged in a thick layer of glass at the very epicenter of long, spindly trails of cracks.

BANG! The guard shot again, and another spider web trail of cracks next to the first, but the door held. The beast, Michel at least, found that sound annoying. His ears folded back against his skull, his lips drew back revealing sharp, capable teeth, he had that frenzied look in his eye that just made his imposing form all the more terrifying.

BANG! The guard fired a third time, utterly ruining the doorway but still failing to get a shot through. The dog had had enough of such loud scary noises, he charged. His head leaned to one side, his eyes closed just before impact, and the weakened glass door crunched under the force of his shoulder slam. The guard raised his gun directly to the beasts face, only to scream like a little girl when the beast tried to bite it. Not taking the shot, he turned to run.

Womp! But the dog's newly acquired, long, thick arm shot out from out side, slammed the guard from his right, and sent him sprawled up against the wall. He started to slide down onto his knees, the wind already taken out of him and his shoulder in throbbing pain, but the dog shifted to the right so as to face him head on and extended it's left shoulder to prop him up at the chest. His back pressed tightly against the wall, the dog leaned his muzzle down to stare right into this human's eyes, taking the time to contemplate what he had here before just tearing into it.

"P-Please, J-ju- D-don ..." the guard was a shivering, blubbery mess, and just about as confused as Jeff was when he first saw the merger. Albeit, Jeff had a more pleasant experience.

'What is this?' was all the dog could think to ask, if only privately. 'he's like master, but much too small, and he doesn't smell right. Too much fear, not enough food, and the human sweat smell doesn't stink as much as it should. No, no this can't be master, master is bigger than me and not nearly as loud. Is this another doggy?'

"H-help .. HELP!" the guard called in a panic, pushing his hands against the dogs arm in an effort to shove free.

'Yes, it must be another doggy. A small doggy, a male doggy, and much too small to get away.' inwardly, Michel was smiling. He wasn't exactly well trained, wasn't exactly obedient, didn't have much respect for other dogs and wasn't considered intelligent by dog standards. Combine that with the fact he was horny enough to put his penis in his mouth and pretend that was another dog, and it wasn't long before Michel decided on what to do with the thing he had pinned.

First motion was to move closer, he was a little over twice as tall as the small pink doggy that made loud, obnoxious noises and broke 'floor windows' (as Michel saw the sliding glass door) so if they were both standing upright the smaller one's mouth would be just near the beast's cock, and he could use the wall to brace. The merged beast's chest pressed into the guard at first, the fur was short but rather smooth and silky. Then Michel stood up, slowly at first, letting his cock harden as it slid up between the guard's legs and up along his much smaller, less hairy chest, but then faster as he got up to the neck. Standing completely upright, he shoved his large, thick penis into the man's face and pressed in.

"H-el ... Oh god, oh god no! HELP! Hmmhmmph!" the man screamed before a moist, musk smelling groin enveloped his face. All he did was turn his head the other way and let it thrust into his cheek, but that was still uncomfortable.

The dog wasn't pleased with how his fuck toy's head turned the wrong way, that just wasn't as much fun. This dog's head was too flat, it could spin around too easy to control with just hip movements. So he tried using his paws this time, an alien feeling to Michel, but he could punch through to human memories well enough to use them. The paws were large, had five fingers, were very, very fluffy, and the thick, painful claws of a Doberman were both present and un-retractable. He grabbed onto the back and sides of his prey's head, the claws piercing painfully, but not dangerously into the scalp, and positioned his mouth directly forward.

"Mmmrrr" the beast made a pleasured sound as moist lips slid against the sides of his exposed cock, the cool from the man's spit feeling oh so good against his extremely warm penis, but he wanted more of it. Now that the guard's face couldn't turn away, Michel leaned back, positioned his cock tip to face right between the man's lips, and thrust forward until he could feel it pressing against a tonsil.

"Mphmaphmh!" the guard tried to cry out in panic as a sweaty, musk smelling penis was unceremoniously shoved into his throat. He tried to shove it out of the way with his tongue, but that only seemed to entice this dog monster more. He tried to push to freedom with his hands, but his strength wasn't nearly enough to move this thing if it were asleep! Much less if it were awake and actively holding him. Worst of all, as soon as he noticed a distinct difficulty breathing, was that his lips were airtight against this massive dog penis. He had to breath through his nose and take in every unpleasurable scent wafting up from a horny canine's groin.

The dog was enjoying himself well enough, he felt his cock was cleaner somehow now that spit other than his own was washing it, and a tongue other than his continued to slide against it, exploring every inch of it and sending waves of happiness up and down the beast's spine. His tiny little stub of a tail was wagging even.

In evident displeasure, the guard tried to elevate the scent at least by spreading his lips wider and trying to breath past the massive penis. All that did was send warm breath all along an already sensitive area, forcing the dog to tighten his grip. It was a painful, exhausting few moments for the guard, though it felt like an eternity, before the dog mercifully started to pull out. His cockpit pulled all the way back to the middle of his mouth rather than at the far back, breathing became so much easier, the smell was considerably less from just that distance away. The relief was short lived.

The dog thrust inward, fast and forceful enough to lift the guard off his feet and press him into the wall. It would probably have crushed the man if not for the thick, padded paws cradling his head in place. The dog pulled out again, his penis brushed against the human's dull grinding teeth, but that just made it feel so much better than cool spit. Then he thrust in again, the man's eyes widening in horror. He pulled out quicker than the last time, and thrust in faster than that. Out again, then in just as painfully. Pre-cum lobbed out in little beads, creating an explosion of flavor in the man's mouth and significantly warming the slimy, wet orifice for the dog.

'Oh please, just let me die' the man thought, hoping that if there was a god, it would hear his plea and intervene at just this moment. If not a god, then at the very least that computer thing, it had to be recording this and alerting proper authorities, it just had to!

'Oh please just let me get off' the dog prayed. To himself. And he every bit intent on doing so now that he had a chance. He leaned both himself and the 'fuck toy' away from the wall a few inches, then started using his paws to move the human's head back and forward to match the rhythm of his thrusts, in and out, in and out, faster and faster. Pre mixed seamlessly with spit to leave behind a lasting flavor in the poor man's mouth.

The guard tried widening his lips one last time, it helped a little before the dog started thrusting at least, and it was getting so much harder to breath, everything was getting so much warmer. With that tiny bit of extra room, the dog thrust forward and pushed the man's head into his cock simultaneously, pushing it farther than ever before. The dog's balls slipped completely into the man's mouth, filling every inch and even making the cheeks puff out uncomfortably. The cock-tip was already past the throat, now awkwardly bent and pointing strait down into the esophagus, from outside one could even see the lump it formed in his neck as if the guard were trying to gulp something but just wasn't going down.

This naturally started a gag reflex, but with nowhere to move and no way to make a sound, the man suffered silently. Cum started to drip down, the dog was so close to letting off, just a little bit more was all he needed! And better yet, his little fuck toy wouldn't even be able to spit anything out, the cock was so far down if a loud of cum unloaded now it would go strait down the throat.

'Just a little more, just a little bit longer, oh I so needed this' the dog thought to himself while picturing the man's contorted face. Michel's head leaned back, his tongue slipped out and flopped to one side, his eyes were glazed in an expression of total bliss.

' NNOO!' but something interrupted him before he could unload, before he could even understand what was happening his newly acquired body was moving on it's own. The arms dropped the guard's head, leaving only the cock to hold him up. The hands braced into his chest gently, then pushed to pull out the ball sack and entire soaking wet cock with a satisfied 'Pop!' as the airtight seal between his lips and the dog's flesh was broken. The beast stepped back carefully, his expression one of empathy, worry, confusion, and perhaps even embarrassment. Finally he dropped onto all fours, his head still slightly taller than the exhausted, abused guard.

The dog felt confused, lonely, betrayed, and most of all lust crazed at his body acting on it's own accord. But the dog's sense of self was overwhelmed by that of the two human parts occupying it, and all of a sudden he saw these events through the eyes of the two girls. The man was ugly, he had grease and ketchup stains on his uniform, and he looked like he was too much of a fat lazy, slob to warrant someone of 'Her' status. The man was hurt, the man clearly didn't want what they were giving him, and it would be rude to force anything on someone, especially gay sex. Er, was this even gay?

Contemplating whether or not this counted as gay sex, bestiality, herm sex or a four-way considering the beast still had a pussy caused Sam and Jess's combined front to falter, and thus the dog took over again.

"WHAT THE HELL!" someone screamed from the left hallway, the same direction as the control room. Was it Jeff? The beast's mind wasn't taking cues from it's collective memory so it just sniffed. He smelled like plasma, that electric scent from just after a thunderstorm. He smelled like rocks and dirt, he smelled like sweat, and fear ... lots and lots of fear. And he smelled like, girl? Yes, just near his crouch, he smelled a little bit like a male but there was fem-cum completely soaking his crouch. This must be a girl!

'No! It's JEFF! It's Mister Collins!' a small part of the beast's mind called out to itself, but he needed to get off, the dog portion needed to fuck something so badly, and this little pink thing smelled like a girl between the legs. It would surely be much better than the guard who was a boy.

The sexually assaulted security guard with the taste of dog cum coating it's mouth slumped to the floor in defeat, disgust, and anguish. For now he just lay there, slowly bleeding out from the claw marks in his scalp. There was a good chance he'd live, but for now living wasn't exactly a fulfilling desire.

"Oh man, something is wrong, something is seriously wrong." Jeff started to backtrack, which just incited the dog's predatory urge to chase anything that ran, to hunt anything that showed fear. The human portions of it's mind fought desperately to rationalize something, anything, just blindly take control and make this body act less like a raging monster, but what the dog wanted to do was fuck Jeff Collins. Jess wanted to fuck him, and while she could control her own urges, the fact she was divided meant the dog's way of thinking had much more leeway. And Sam? Sam didn't want to have anything to do with Collins really, but she wasn't exactly a mental powerhouse so her thought process just stayed behind as a nagging little reminder.

Once again, the Doberman had unchallenged control, and it charged.

Jeff Ran. Jeff ran like the pasty little nerd he was in grade school, only this time something worse than a playground bully was after him.

"Computer! Lock down all hallways leading to the control room, engage specifically to contain the girls and ... that, that thing!"

The combined beast charged after him, it's hulking form knuckle walking awkwardly, but swiftly enough as it tried to combine canine and primate locomotion. It's claws clacked nosily against the smooth floor, it's face an expression of dumb giddiness in the chase, it's tongue sticking out and flopping against the side of it's mouth while drool splatters all over. It's small, useless tail waggled around crazily.

"Please define your containment parameters" the computer answered, meanwhile Jeff leaped to one side to avoid the clawed, fuzz covered hands reaching out to snatch him up.

"Contain ..." he had think about this one, he needed a way to lock the monster girl thingy ... girl? No, he could see it's penis flopping around, it had to be a boy somehow. Back on track, he had to keep the monster trapped in one place while he himself was free to move around. If he could get the monster trapped while also having the ability to gas it, and not get knocked out by sleeping gas himself, then that was even better. Er, come to think of it, he didn't actually have sleeping gas, of any sort. It wouldn't be prudent to try and buy some. "Contain anything over six feet tall, make sure it's airtight" he finally answered. 'Yeah, and if it's airtight the thing might suffocate enough to pass out, then I just get into restraints before it dies. That should work'

"BARK!" the merged creature shouted, easily keeping pace with the skinny, but otherwise out of shape scientist. But the moment the first glass panel came down from the roof, sliding shut and sealing itself between the monster and mister Collins ... it shattered. It was a simple matter of slamming through the fragile glass and shaking the shards out of it's fur while it runs.

"Holy, shit!" the man cursed, all the 'containment' effort did was slow it down! He kept on running, never missing a beat, never giving up the advantage that last door had bought him, until:

Swoosh! CRASH! Shater-shater-shatter. Another door swooshed down and yet again the dog beast barreled right through it mostly un-phased. Shaking the pieces of glass out of it's fur seemed to be a minor annoyance.

"Finally, there's got to be something I can use in, ... AAHHH!" he made it to the control room, frantically rushed inside, then held the door shut with as much muscle as he could put into it. "Computer! Lockdown the door to the control room"

"Doctor Collins, you must correctly define the- ..." the dog pounded on the doorway with it's bare fist.

"Computer, DO. IT. NOW!" he commanded, his tone taking on a certain fierceness that said 'now isn't the time to mess with me' just before another slam sounded off from the beast's other fist. This door wouldn't hold up long, even if it was locked.

"Locking all doors." the computer decided, if the specific door wasn't defined then it could just lock down all of them and not have to know the right number. That was a trick it recorded the doctor using earlier.

"Ok, now I just have to ..." the man started to pace around the room, to collect his thoughts and map out the best course of action. He wanted to over every meticulous detail concerning the experiment, the guard he'd seen, the very appearance and behaviors of the monster chasing him. Surely it must be the girls he was trying to separate, but how did the mix get so messed up? But he didn't even have time to go over all the questions before the fragile wooden door burst off the hinges with two thick, powerful hands gripping the edges. "Shit!" he cursed. With every reason to.

With a silent heave, the door was tossed hard and fast right towards the doctor. He dropped down to his chest to let the door sail over and past him, exploding in a shower of sparks over the computer monitor and utterly destroying the interface terminal. At least it didn't catch on fire, the fact there wasn't fire was a good thing. There was no way he could deal with fire while trying to avoid the Doberman monster girl. He tried crawling for safety behind his desk, using his arms to pull the rest of him through a smooth floor.

CRUNCH! But the beast crushed through the frame and sauntered playfully over to him. A gruff, powerful hand reached down to turn him over onto his back, a glimmer of Jess's mind shone through and thought to take off his pants with a few quick swipes. The shirt was fine as it is and he/she felt the lab coat could stay on, but the pants just had to go so there was access to the important parts. Once the way was clear, the Doberman plopped down on top of Collins, smothering him under a pile of fluff and flesh. The beast used it's two hands to hold Jeff's out of the way, rather casually and effortlessly one might add, while her/it's penis pressed into the moist fem-cum soaking the man's groin.

But something didn't feel right, the dog kept brushing his cock against a significantly smaller one, thrusting it over and over, or occasionally shifting his hips to try and find the entrance to this one's pussy, but though Jeff smelled like a girl right where it counts the Doberman could tell he didn't feel like one. That was confusing. Just confusing enough for scratches of Jess's desires to trickle through and merge with the dog's. If bumping cocks didn't work out very well, then they could just try anal sex.

"N-No! Think about what your doing, think abo- ... Mphphmm!" the dog leaned down to kiss him mid-sentence while his mouth was still open. Part of the dog's muzzle enveloped his face, covering both the mouth and the nose whilst human-like lips form an airtight seal. For now Jeff was forced to breath in only the stale, dog breath that the creature drew in through it's nose. And the fact Jeff had his mouth open when the kiss struck just made it that much easier for the combination of Michel and Jess (Sam wasn't exactly contributing here) to shove their combined tongue into his mouth and lather up dog spit all the way to the back of his throat. Drool dripped all over his lips, cheeks, chin, and part of his neck, while the tongue's long flexible tongue seemed to be doing battle with Jeff's short, stiff human one. The beast ignored the battle entirely, preferring instead to just get her/his (hir?) tongue down the throat. All the way down.

"Umph!" Jeff enjoyed it for a little while once the apprehension turned to mild excitement, but he couldn't breath very well and what little air he could get was pre-used. He needed a breath of fresh air and soon. The Doberman part of the beast's mind didn't care, if his fuck-toy died then it would just be a tasty snack after he was done. But Jess's personality objected strongly to that, to the point even Michel's stupid, simplistic thought pattern was overpowered. The merged creature drew back, slowly and lovingly withdrew their long tongue, and smiled as best she/he could down on the doctor she'd had a crush on for so long.

The doctor smiled back, but that was about all the romance their was before the dog tried to get back to business. With his grip on Jeff's hands secure, he shoved them to the man's side then flipped him over completely. Once Jeff was on his back the dog started humping like mad, his warm, throbbing cock in desperate need of ... something it wasn't getting, fabric kept blocking it's entrance.

A quick slice was all it took to leave a long trail for easy access down the doctor's lab coat. Still holding onto the man, and still keeping their bodies close together, the dog extended his hind legs for leverage while carefully shoving his member into Jeff's crack.

"Ptewy" the man spit before saying "H-hey! What are you doing with that, it's to big to ... YEAOW!" he screamed, thrashing around madly in pain as something dauntingly large and warm to the touch was shoved up his arse. If he'd been gay, or had done anything similar before it probably wouldn't have been so bad, but being a complete virgin in every sense of the word, and strait at that, meant he was unprepared. Flesh ripped, muscles and ligaments snapped, his ass had to expand past it's normal limits to allow for something that large to go through, and none of that 'expansion' was pleasant.

For the doctor at least, for the Doberman this was the tightest ass he'd ever put his junk into! And he was loving every minute of it! He pressed his chest, warm soft boobs and all, into the doctor's back so that he could hold the man there hand's free, then reached his arms down to hold the doctor's legs in place. When the Doberman started humping, that smooth up and down, back and forward, in and out motion ... lifted Jeff up with the penis. It was certainly tight enough to release in though, pre was already spilling into Jeff's intestines, and at this rate it looked as if a large load would burst forwarth and completely fill him. The seal on his anus was so tight not the slightest bit would escape around or past the penis.

The fact the only lubricant either of them had used here was the guard's spit made it even harder to pull out, or to hump effectively. But the beast tried valiantly, utterly oblivious to Jeff's discomfort at having his own bare penis pressed awkwardly into the cold tile floor by something of significant weight. The Doberman just needed this, and he was big enough to get what he wanted. Rather than trying to pull in and out over and over again the Doberman reached it's hands under Jeff's groin, held him up for a moment and pressed the man's anus into the dog's groin as tightly as he could, then just held him there. Muscle's flexed, leg's strait, his penis erect and massaged by Jeff's tightly crushing butt hole. All the while Jeff's member was prodded at with fuzzy paws.

"Error, malfunction in machine room, experimental teleporter at risk of going hypercritical" the emotionless mechanized voice of the automotive systems warned. Snapping Jeff out of the confusing mix of pleasurable, uncomfortable, and outright painful feelings long enough to make him look at the trashed control panel and all of the flying sparks near a splintered door.

"H-hey, let me go! I need to ..." but the dog hugged tighter, tight enough to crush the wind out of him "I need to ..." Something incredibly warm, almost hot, made it's way starting from the tip of the dog's penis and moving it's way up Jeff's abdomen. It was simply noticeable at first, but then it burst out. A whole heaping mess at once! It was like hot coffee or something, enough to make the man squirm and writhe, desperately working to cool it down. Only while he was squirming, that heavy, fluffy dog pinning him down was relaxing. As it's body went soft, somehow it seemed to grow heavier, more and more of it's weight was resting on the floor.

"No! NO! You have to let me up!" he tried to call out as a canine chest buried most of his head and the beast's face drooped sleepily to the floor in front of him. It's legs went limp as noodles, it's hands suddenly felt soft and pudgy, it's groin seemed to relax and allow him a tad more freedom to move his ass around. The cock inside him, so far in it was past the anus, even went limp and squishy within the man's own fleshy walls. But it was still too large for him to get out easily, when limp that thing was about as long as a normal man's was when fully erect! The only difference now was that it didn't jab him as much.

The warm, insatiably hot cum started to cool off, every single drop of it soaking the man's internals, nothing at all dripped out from that deep.

Then the dog started to snore.

"Error, explosion reaching probability threshold of fifty three percent"

"Please, this is important. Jess, Sam, if your in there you NEED TO WAKE UP!" he shouted, but there was no response. So he tried to force his way up, twisting and turning, pressing his hips against the wolf's thighs and hoping to lift up, or at least flip over from there. But it was in too deep, he just couldn't get enough leverage to move that flexible 'snake' out of his anus from this position, hemmed in from all relevant sides. Worse, his movements started to give the dog a boner, and as the cock grew harder and stiffer it was that much more difficult for Jeff to move around. For all intensive purposes, he was trapped where he was until the dog decided it was ready to get up.

"Explosion probability threshold of sixty percent reached." the machine's monotone voice called out as Collins looked up to the busted screens in horror.

"May god help us all"

To be continued ...

Maybe.