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Walk A Mile: Covert Ops: Hyper Stripes

By Von Krieger

Despite the strange side effects, Hale was rather enjoying the effects of his last enhancement. Quite frankly, it was the side effects that he was enjoying the most.

The massive black and white stallion was one of the top genetic division bodybuilders in his sector of the galaxy. Modern science had allowed an alteration of the genome at a level where alterations could be made that put anything that could be achieved with eight hours in the gym, dieting, and conventional supplements to shame.

The seven and a half foot equine weighed at least a half ton, and likely more since his last upgrade. He felt too good to let the moment go to waste by trotting down to the ship docks and weigh himself on a scale meant for cargo.

After admiring himself in the mirror for quite some time, he had slipped into the hot tub for a soak and stroke. As a horse, he was naturally big, and his alterations had made him bigger still. While some gene-builders left their meat the original size, Hale had seen no point in that. It was another muscle, or series of muscles, or whatever, after all. So like the rest of him, bigger and more developed was better.

Of course the downside to that was the fact that he couldn't have sex with most girls; at least not anything involving penetration. Hale didn't mind that, however, an orgasm was an orgasm and being cuddled and licked to climax wasn't all that bad anyway. Plus they loved his oh-so-skilled tongue.

Hale chuckled softly to himself, remembering a few of his past encounters with his die hard fans. He'd gotten a little upgrade done just for his own entertainment. The looks on the girls' faces when they found themselves covered from head to toe with his seed were so enjoyable; almost as enjoyable as the sight of them dripping with gooey whiteness.

He pondered, once again, the large number of contacts he had acquired with ties to the holo-porn industry. It wouldn't be too difficult, a bit of spray on fur dye and a mask to hide his facial features. It might be good for a little fun; after all, it wasn't like he needed the money.

The stallion moaned and tossed his head back, the sensations he was getting from his newly enlarged cock were intense. If he weren't virtually lying down, the damned thing would be hitting him in the chin. He couldn't even encircle it with both his huge hands. A shame he'd have to reduce it to a more manageable size. As pleasant as it was, it would be a little too obvious packed into a posing pouch.

Or maybe try out one of the new alterations that had appeared on the adult entertainment market. Though it was originally marketed for transsexuals, it might work for Hale's not-so-little problem. Though he didn't want his manhood to completely disappear when un-aroused, something decidedly less log-like would be preferable.

Though it would probably just be easier to go back to Morgoth and have that cute little kitten scientist of his take a look. She was a skilled genetic designer, and she had helped him before when a few interactions between gene mods had produced some undesirable effects. Like the combination of genes from several equine and bovine species that had resulted in the formation of an udder on his belly.

He'd actually been paid for that, to hang around the brothel, get fucked, and get milked, while the kitten found the exact genetic interaction. Apparently the belly udder he'd had was a mod the kitten had been working toward for a long time. It had been fun, but he wasn't about to quit his day job for it.

Hale whinnied loudly as a jet of precum arched from his massive member. It connected with the ceiling, making a wet splat sound, before dripping down slowly into the hot tub. The stallion chuckled at that, if his climax was anything like that, his maids were sure as hell going to be busy in the morning.

Yeah, back to Morgoth. Hale found his mind drifting back to the black and red dragon. The lab owner was as tall as Hale, but definitely not as well built. He was, however, quite muscular. Athletic, a body meant for use, not for show. Like Hale, the dragon was also quite proud of his body, preferring to wear as little as possible, usually just a pair of shorts.

The dragon was rather tense, and always seemed on the verge of snapping or lashing out at somebody; always so dominant and controlling. He'd feel better if he loosened up once in awhile. Let someone else be in control of him, let someone else be dominant. He didn't even relax while having sex with any one of the dozen or so cuties he always had around, all of them herms.

Hale had never seen Morgoth be on the receiving end of one of his girls, he was always in the male role, always having his cock milked, one way or the other. Maybe a little mod to be able to take a nice big horse cock, for example?

Hale sank down deeper into the water, both hands stroking his titanic member furiously. He imagined the dragon slowly pressing back against his cock, red underbelly scales parting slowly to accept the massive appendage. The well built male's legs quivering at the combination of pain and pleasure, trying to restrain his eagerness. A warm tightness engulfing Hale's cock, inch by inch, the dragon's belly swelling as Hale's cock slipped deeper and deeper into him.

The stallion threw his head back and whinnied with climax as the world went white both figuratively and literally as his vision filled with a white light and his hot, thick seed rocketed up to hit the ceiling and ricocheted, splattering over the entire bathroom.

After what felt like hours, Hale finally regained his breath. The equine slipped beneath the water, scrubbing the sticky seed from his hair and hide. It had been an incredible feeling, better than anything he had felt before. Maybe that 'retract' mod might be of interest after all.

Fuck, he'd even gotten cum in his ears. He stuck a finger into each and scooped out the stickiness. Head, hair, mane, arms, shoulders, breasts. Wait a minute... breasts?

The stallion surfaced and looked down in horror at the two massive mammeries that now hung from his chest. He was DEFINITELY going to go and see Morgoth. Right now.

-o-

Kriegan purred softly in her bed. Well, it wasn't her bed, technically it belonged to Cora, the milk heavy, pregnant-appearing bovine Companion that lived out her existence almost entirely in the brothel that housed the Leiaou's lab.

By the standards of her race, Kriegan wasn't much to look at. She was 5'3" where most topped seven feet, and rarely dipped under six. She had very few female features to speak of, only a slight curve to her hips, a flat rump, an almost equally flat chest, and then there was her mane. Yuck. No one had seen a mane on a pureblooded Leiaou in hundreds of years. Aside from her lithe build, she was the very image of the extinct male of the species.

She had taken to living with the Companions. They were so kind and always willing to share just about anything. Tossed from foster home to foster home and state institution to state institution Kriegan had never really owned more than she could pack into a pair of suitcases.

When it had gotten to the point where she was called into the lab at least every other night to put together a rush job for a high paying customer, she had simply packed up her meager things and moved in with her own creations.

Even with the near nightly interruptions Kriegan found she slept far better here than she had at her apartment. The Leiaou usually lived in groups, leftover pride forming instincts from ages past. The geneticist had slept by herself most of her life. Even though Cora couldn't raise a hand to defend herself, Kriegan somehow felt safer and more secure when she slept snuggled up with the huge bovine. Or snuggled on, Cora always slept on her side, her large belly and breasts made a comfy place for the little Leiaou to lie.

She was almost happy here. Kriegan pretty much had a pride of her own. They were kind to her, treated her with respect, never insulted her, or called her names behind her back. If it were real affection, Kriegan might have been happy. But it wasn't. It was artificial. It was programmed into their personalities; personalities replacing the ones that Kriegan had obliterated from existence.

The Leiaou knew that they didn't really like her, and if any of them somehow regained their old personalities and memories that they would more than likely do something unpleasant to her. There was little chance of that, however.

Her guilt was lessened by the fact she knew in her heart that one day she would end up as one of them. Morgoth would tire of her eventually. Get sick of her talking back, sick of having to pay her, sick of looking at the freakish feline every day. Or maybe he would just decide it would be more effective to enhance her, implant the same adoration and loyalty for him that he insisted be put in every individual Kriegan altered.

Kriegan's purring had stopped and she began to sob softly. She knew what she would look like as one of the Companions. She had created the mods herself. It was what she did with her free time, work on her own genome. She had created mods for just about every possible fetish, species, and role that Morgoth might ever want her to be.

She had even created a version of herself that was what she dreamed of being. It was the first thing she had done with her free time. Morgoth laughed at her when she brought up the possibility of changing herself. She had far more than enough to pay for the procedure with the high salary she was given, even though Kriegan spent only a tiny fraction of it. The black dragon had laughed at her and deleted the mod. Months of work were destroyed, along with Kriegan's hopes and dreams of ever being a normal Leiaou.

So she had started on the Companion versions of herself, which her employer found amusing. Morgoth didn't even have to do it. Kriegan could set the equipment and then step in herself. That option looked better and better every day. No more guilt, no more fear, no more Kriegan.

The freakish Leiaou that everybody hated would be wiped out in an instant. A better creature would take her place. The new creature would be happy, content with a life of sensual pleasure with her sisters. She would be beautiful, her looks appreciated by others, not scorned. And she would harm no one.

The universe would be made a better and happier place with the removal of Kriegan. It would be so easy. Morgoth never arrived at the brothel before 9. The Leiaou wasn't sure what time it was, but it couldn't be too late. Six hours was all she needed. Six short hours and Morgoth couldn't do anything to her anymore. He would probably be glad to be rid of her. After all, he commented often enough that she had lived with his whores for so long that she was starting to act like one. She'd started attaching "Mister" to the dragon's name whenever she addressed him, just like the Companions did.

And it wouldn't even be six hours for her. Kriegan would go to sleep and never wake up, and a new Companion would be born, tears in her eyes for reasons that her poor, sex-centered mind would never know of. It would be what was best for everyone. Room 7 had an opening, after all. A new feline would be more than welcome after Freckles had been sold off to a private owner.

It wouldn't hurt at all. She could do it right now. Walk across the hall, type in the commands into the main console, step into the alteration cylinder, and it would be done. No more Kriegan. The universe would be a better place.

Kriegan rolled off of Cora and sat on the foot of the bed. She looked around the moonlit room at all the sleeping companions. It would be the last time she saw them as Kriegan.

"Miss Kriegan?" Cora rumbled sleepily.

The Leiaou jumped a little, "Y-yes, Cora?"

"Miss Lily down at the front desk is sending somebody up to the lab. He says he's having dur-ass-tick," Cora drew out the unfamiliar word, "Side effects."

Kriegan sighed softly. Hopefully she could fix his problems and send him on his way with time to spare.

"Miss Kriegan?" Cora asked again, "Are you crying?"

The Leiaou sighed softly, "Yes."

"Did you have a bad dream?" the placid bovine asked.

"Yes." The geneticist answered truthfully. Her entire life was a nightmare.

"I have bad dreams too. There's this little girl, and she's calling for her mommy, and I feel all sad because I can't answer her, and she keeps getting farther and farther away, but I can't move and go get her and help her find her mommy. Was your dream like that, Mistress?"

Kriegan was silent.

"Did I say something wrong, Mistress? My dream makes me sadder because sometimes I want to know what it's like to be a mommy."

Cora hugged the Leiaou as the feline began snuffle and sob.

"Sssh, sssh, sssh. It was just a dream, Mistresses, just a bad dream."

-o-

"Well, I can definitely see where that would be a problem." Kriegan said with a yawn.

Her hair and mane were a mess, she'd barely had time to head down the hall and get her lab coat on over her nightgown before Hale came storming in. She was quite familiar with the equine bodybuilder, especially since the vast majority of his body had been built, as it were, from her own genetic handiwork. She was trying her very best to keep herself from laughing aloud at the horse's plight.

Lacking clothes that would fit over his massive tits and equally enlarged cock, he had wrapped a pair of bedsheets around himself and donned a trench coat, which he couldn't close as his breasts stuck out about a foot and a half from his body.

"How could this happen?" Hale asked angrily, pacing back and forth on the black tiled floor. "I can see how the udder happened with genetic mixing, but this? Come on! I never hear about anyone going to get a few gene tweaks and coming out with breasts bigger than their head and a dick thicker than their arm!"

He grinned, "Which, you have to admit, is pretty impressive, given the size of my arms." Hale said with a wink. "You want to see it? I'll even let you stroke it, if you like."

Kriegan sighed in annoyance and gave him her usual withering glare. She was not at all found of the bodybuilder, as his overbearing ego and endless self-adoration were coupled by the dementia of believing himself to be the sexiest thing in the goddess' great galaxy. The Leiaou had tired of his flirtations and offers for carnal pleasures approximately five minutes after being introduced to the blowhard.

"I'm going to need to see it, Mister Ironford; along with the enlarged pectoral region. So if you would kindly remove the sheets and refrain from instinctively going into a series of poses..." she said, having long since mastered the proper doctoral tone of annoyance with problematic patients.

"Your loss." Hale said with a shrug and cast aside his coat and let the sheets drop. The cool air of the lab had resulted in the stiffening of his nipples, which were large, black, rubbery, and quite shiny.

"Kneel, if you please, or at least squat. I can't examine the things when they're quite well above eye level." The Leiaou said with annoyance.

Hale did as instructed, squatting. His eyes widened and he yelped as he felt a rather strange sensation.

"Oh stop whining, I haven't even touched you yet!" Kriegan said, annoyed.

Hale scowled, "It's not that it's just that... something feels weird behind my... my... you know..."

"Behind your forehead? Well, that's the emotion that we proper beings call 'fear,' which with you being a big, overmuscled, macho male..."

"Not that! Behind my balls!" Hale said grumpily.

"Note for future reference: subject gets shy when frightened." Kriegan said for her computer's logging equipment to pick up, "First time subject has mentioned portions of his male anatomy without an offer to have sex. Also note that with color change from pink to black, subject's constant reference to said organ as 'the bologna pony' is no longer accurate."

"Could you PLEASE just look at it?" Hale said, voice tight. "I think I know what it is, but I... just want you to say it."

Hale stood and Kriegan knelt down for a moment, peering between the horse's spread legs. She chuckled and smiled, taking Hale's massive hand in her own and giving it a pat. "Try not to panic, oh paragon of manliness, but you are now the proud owner of a rather cavernous vagina."

Hale shook his head and sighed, "Can you mix me?" he asked.

"Well, I'd have to go find my rustiest scalpel, which might take a few minutes."

The equine winced, "You know what I mean!"

The Leiaou chuckled, "Yes, I can fix it. It might take awhile, since I'll have to get a scan and compare it to your previous record, as well as check the file buffers to see if there was a mechanical failure and they failed to clear properly. Now, if you'd kneel down here again, I need to examine those breasts of yours."

Hale nodded and lowered himself again.

"Hmm..." Kriegan murmured, running her fingers over the large nipple, causing Hale to gasp softly. "Sensative?"

"Y-yes." Hale said quietly, biting his tongue and trying to concentrate on things aside from how good her touch felt.

"Any other oddities you noticed, aside from the gender alteration and phallic enhancement?" the Leiaou asked, giving the nipple itself a pinch, making Hale moan audibly.

"Well..." the horse blushed, "Right before this happened, I was having weird thoughts. I was...."

"Doctor patient privilege, remember. While this may not be legal, I keep your business between myself and Mister Morgoth. Go ahead and tell me." She said, slipping a finger into Hale's nipple.

"I was fantasizing about fucking Morgoth." He said, whispering, "I've never had any fantasies like that before. None of them have ever been so intense, or felt so real. And since then I've been..."

The equine's blush, visible on the white portions of his face, deepened. "I've been thinking about other guys on the ride over here. Just thinking about it get's me kind of worked up."

"So you're thinking of big, slick, glistening cocks, and not your own for once?" Kriegan said, removing her finger. She gripped Hale's breast with both hands, giving it gentle squeezes. The equine herm was beginning to grow aroused.

"Y-yeah..." Hale said, clearly ashamed.

"Well, I have some good news and some bad news." Kriegan said. "Which do you want first?"

"Th... the good news, please." Hale moaned as his hand founds its way between his legs, exploring his new, aching pussy.

"The breast and genital modifications are latexified placeholders, allowing for increased growth and expansion in comparison to normal tissue." Kreigan explained, "It's one of my own treatment programs for the creation of a 'hyper' built individual, grossly oversized primary and secondary sexual characteristics."

"And the bad news?" Hale panted as he stroked his new addition, the moisture of arousal dripping over his inquisitive fingers.

"You've forgotten to pay your enhancement fees for the past three months." Kriegan said, sighing. "Mister Morgoth has seen fit to add you to his collection. I'm sorry, Hale." She said, patting the horse's shoulder.

"What you're feeling now is the second triggering event. The nanites still present in your body will continue converting you towards your programmed Companion form; further increased to breast and genital size, more accentuating of female curves, enhanced arousal response and sexual desire, as well as increased removal of all your sexual inhibitions."

"It's primarily preparation for your next treatment; a recharge of the nanites to make you even larger still, followed by the conversion back to proper flesh types. We're skipping the usual training program, instead testing a subconscious implantation of the usual Companion skill sets. Mister Morgoth has shown some interesting in having his playthings able to be toyed with as they transform."

"Your last treatment will be reassignment, having the memory block installed and your coat pattern and coloration altered. Once we're done here, you won't be recognizable as yourself by any tests, including genetic. You really ought to have remembered to pay your bills, Hailey. I'm sure it just slipped your mind. Slipped on all the baby oil left in there from past grease ups."

Hailey just whimpered from her new position on all fours, her body seeming to pulse, growing every so slightly larger in places, and then back to the original size. Kriegan sat back in her chair to watch.

"You could have avoided all this if you'd just had some manners. If you had treated me as a person instead of some sub-creature that existed only to pump up your body and to possibly engage in sexual antics with you. Hell, if you had just stopped with all the offers to fuck, I wouldn't have implanted the little mental tweak that had you thinking you'd paid Morgoth in advance." She said as she wheeled her chair in front of the transforming equine.

She tossed her lab coat aside and took a seat, placing her feet on Hailey's shoulders. "I get treated like property by Morgoth already, Hailey. There's nothing I can do about that. I'm not going to take that from some muscle addict that thinks that he's so damned pretty that every girl in the universe will throw themselves at his hooves for a chance to be doused in his splooge."

The Leiaou lifted her nightgown and began to stroke her own member. "You've been a complete and total bastard to me, Hale. But now that you're Hailey, you're going to see to my pleasure and satisfaction before your own. Now do something useful with that muzzle for the first time in your life and show me how well that subconscious Companion training has worked. If you're a good girl, I'll let you step into the nanite chamber and sleep through your whole transformation."

Hailey snuffled softly and thought for a few moments. She shook her head and began tentatively licking at the Leiaou's cock before taking it into her mouth.

"Good girl." Kriegan purred.

-o-

"KRIEGAN!" Morgoth shouted, rousing the Leiaou from her slumber.

Kriegan jerked up in her chair. She had fallen asleep leaning on the desk in front of the computer console. She felt around for her glasses and looked at the chronometer, 7 AM. The dragon shouldn't have been in this early.

"Yes, Mister Morgoth?" she said sleepily.

"Have you been using the lab equipment without my authorization." The dragon growled, tail lashing behind him angrily.

She shook her head, "No, sir. Project Hailey decided to go straight home last night and jerk off, rather than follow normal routine and wait until morning."

The dragon relaxed and grinned, showing sharp, white fangs. "Good." He virtually purred, "If she follows the projections, she'll be one of your best works so far. I'm amazed you managed to get her breast and cock size twenty five percent over the safety cap and still have her with all proper function."

"I was... motivated, sir. Every time he came in, he was always a total ass to me." She said with another yawn.

"Is it too late to incorporate some donkey into his genome? I think that would be a delicious bit of irony." The dragon purred as he walked over to one of the monitors that showed the subject in the nanite chamber.

"More trouble than it's worth, really. I'd have to alter the hyper-growth codes for the differing base species genome. I've already coded for her conversion from horse to zebra."

"Very well, Hailey has been your little pet project for awhile. She's yours to do with what you like."

The dragon walked over to the Leiaou and ruffled her already mussed hair and gave her a scratch behind the ears; a reward for a pet cat that had amused him.

"Get some sleep. I cancelled your appointments for the day, just in case I needed to come in and discipline you. I know when the equipment is being used, Kriegan, so don't think that you can sneak in here when I'm gone and fix that freak body of yours." He said with a cruel chuckle as he turned to leave.

"But I am impressed with this one. You keep up with results this good, and I just might let you have the body of your dreams. Maybe." He said with a laugh.

"Thank you, sir." Kriegan said with a sigh. She lowered her head down onto her arms, going back to sleep. Her positioning, though, had a second purpose. It kept any observer and the lab's cameras from being able to see that she had begun, once again, to cry.