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_ From Hedley to Deadly _

The Saga of the Scent: Part 1

By Danath

Written during Freebies Vol. 85: Mind Control Edition!

Characters © Rykela

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The premiere name in scientific research and development was, of course, SynTech. The conglomerate's tentacles teased into every kind of research project imaginable in its state of the art facilities under the impressive SynTech Tower. They owned countless affiliates and subsidiaries, technical schools and research colleges, even whole swaths of farmland, manufacturing zones, and natural resource rights. Countless employees created amazing new inventions to improve the lives of the customers that SynTech so faithfully and carefully served. There were, of course, the odd accidents or mishaps or unfortunate turn of events, but the company always did its best to ensure everyone ended up whole no matter how they ended up looking.

SynTech was where serious research was done. SynTech was where the money flowed into promising new technologies. SynTech was where the pristine facilities, dutiful maintenance staff, and impeccable HR and accounting teams ensured that little stood in the way of inevitable, inexorable, exhaustive progress. SynTech… was for ideas.

Vona Labs was not SynTech, with its dark green steel walls that looked more at home in a Cold War espionage movie from forty years ago were narrow and cramped. The main corridors, which ran around each level of the facility in a strict square pattern, had dozens of doors opening to the inside and outside, each occupied by various teams. The numbers were gone, paint faded and cracked with age, and the lights barely worked. Water pooled in the corners and dripped down the walls. Clunks and clangs from a noisy air system constantly rattled away in the depths of the building’s guts.

A dozen stories below ground level on one unassuming floor of the structure, Hedley Schrum glared at the dull swamp-green walls surrounding him in his tiny office. The paint flaked off the metal in chunks, exposing the rusting bulkheads beneath. Outside his doorway porthole, the yellow lamps in the ceilings flickered. An incessant dripping echoed from behind the wall of the small lab behind a scratched section of wall where the previous occupant tried to drill through in an attempt to reach it. Important bottles and containers of powerful chemicals perched precariously on rickety bolted shelves along the far wall from floor to ceiling. The warning labels and danger signs were all faded and difficult to read. The desk was missing a leg, and stood on a pile of old textbooks against the wall to the right of the shelves. Hedley grimaced at the desk; whoever occupied the small lab before him also left an unpleasant surprise in one of the drawers.

The facilities at Vona Labs were terrible. Depressing. Vile. Beyond inadequate for Hedley’s important research needs. He was so close to a breakthrough, but his tools were so inadequate for the job! Life itself seemed determined to stymy his progress at every step of the way. Yes, there were things he could have and should have done differently, but they all involved doing things that would have prevented the idiocy of others, who completely failed to do as they were told. The arrogance! Hedley’s face turned into a grimace as a cloud of familiar negative thoughts ticked through his brain on a loop, recounting all those past miseries inflicted upon him through no fault of his. No, he just wanted to prove his ideas, that’s all. Everyone else was too blind to see his potential!.

The buzzing yellow fluorescent above flickered as another power surge caused the power grid to wobble. Hedley sighed and stared at the cracked screen of his company-issued laptop. He was attempting to run some simulations on the company’s mainframe, but it was so old and poorly maintained that his request was being buried. Hedley frowned and felt the anger boiling inside. This was supposed to be about scientific research, not whatever… whatever… whatever this was! His fingers danced across the keyboard, hacking the mainframe so he could watch the logs. Security was pathetic, and the scientist cracked his way inside in less than a minute. Over 90 percent of the server load was currently being dedicated to a variety of useless research projects, online games, crypto farming, and, of course, porn.

Hedley leaned back in his chair and squeezed the bridge of his nose. Perhaps resigning from his last job at SynTech was a mistake, but nobody else was willing to hire him after the… accident. And it wasn’t even his fault - the contractor was the one who mislabeled everything, causing Hedley to blow up a significant amount of lab space and only narrowly escaping himself. Sighing, the human leaned back down to try and force his server requests through. It would take years to do all the tests by hand, and this way he could pick the most promising candidates quickly, then test them himself without the need for the computer.

Hedley’s hair was tussled, his suit wrinkled, and his frown deeper-set than ever before by the time the harried scientist was able to force the allotment into the server memory far later into the evening. He expected traffic would slow down somewhat, but it appeared everyone else had the same idea and competed for processor power for their pet projects, including what appeared to be a massive siphoning of electricity to power algae farms “for personal use” on the level above. No wonder the bulkheads were rusted and always warm.

SynTech was bad enough, with all their rules and regulations and insurance requirements. After being “let go,” he thought Vona would allow him more freedom, and it did - when he could get anything at the place to work, that is.

Hedley grit his teeth as the preliminary processing results came back, showing a dozen or so compounds that could help his project: converting dangerous airborne toxins into less harmful compounds without the need for industrial processing. A universal neutralizer, so to speak, that would eliminate pollution from factories and change the world forever. Just think! No more harsh chemical processes to eliminate dangerous pollution, just a simple, passive device as easy to use as an aerosol can of scented air freshener. Not only would he get the recognition for his ideas that he deserved, but he’d sell millions, billions of the devices to factories, homes… he could even imagine the preliminary designs for automobile engines. Green energy without the green! He just had to find the right formula to create the catalyst which would, theoretically, kickstart the complicated chemical reaction and sustain it indefinitely using only air and water.

Suddenly, a huge stack of server power was stolen out from under him. A message flashed on Hedley’s screen and his jaw dropped.

“SORRY BRO, GOTTA MINT THESE NFTS LOL”

Hedley slammed the laptop shut, grabbed a fistful of whatever had managed to print, and then stomped from his desk to the small, poorly-lit workstation on the other side of his pathetically tiny lab. These fools! He angrily snatched bottles from the walls, slamming them into place and threatening to break them as he glanced at his printouts between measuring chemicals into beakers and bottles and stands. These idiots! The glow of the bunsen burners were the only light illuminating his face from underneath as the power flickered on and off. These mindless… creeps! Horrible, small, terrifyingly selfish - qualities that Hedley could no more tolerate in a scientist than a glass of water could tolerate a pound of sodium. Blaring, screeching music echoed and thumped through the steel walls along with the raucous sounds of merriment. Hedley ignored it, shoulders hunched, furiously mixing and measuring and focusing with every ounce of his being. He was a scientist, damn it, how could these morons behave like this in a place of knowledge? Did they not understand how important his work was? Hedley’s face froze with concentration as he carefully tipped one beaker into another in the flickering fluorescent shine. Carefully… carefully…

Something loud and heavy slammed against the door to his office. The “BONG!” echoed around the room, shocking Hedley. He dropped the beaker in his hand and turned sharply, causing a chain reaction of spills across his workbench. Outside the door, he heard voices.

“Ha ha, I love hazing the newbies!”

“Totally, bro!”

“What a nerd! Ha ha ha!”

Footsteps ran off down the hallway, but whether the thoughtless hooligans stuck around or not was the last of Hedley’s concerns. Pools of various chemicals, minerals, and other compounds he collected and analyzed for years were pooling, churning, and mixing together in the least scientific way he’d ever seen. Thousands of hours of hard, meticulous work swirled over his shoes as he tipped his head back and let out an angry, incoherent scream, to which only laughter echoed back as the lights flickered again. The human’s eyes widened as a horrible sulphuric odor washed over him and he stumbled back, retching, arm outstretched for the emergency button on the door that would turn on the vents and clear the room of dangerous fumes.

Trying to hold his breath, his hand slapped across the panel, but nothing happened. The fans remained off and the door remained closed.

And then everything exploded.

* * *

Hedley wasn’t sure what time it was. The lights, at least, were solid, which meant the overnight power drains were finished. Morning, possibly? He pressed a hand to the side of his head, which was ringing. Hopefully he didn’t have a concussion. His office was in ghastly shape. The workbench was split down the middle and chemical stains were present on almost every surface, save for a Hedley-shaped outline on the wall behind where he was currently slumped. He’d been thrown right over his desk and dropped behind. The textbooks supporting it had blown away, dropping it down to the floor, which probably saved his life from the shockwave.

Hedley stood up slowly, checking his parts to make sure nothing was broken. He felt okay, if bruised up and sore. Aside from a small pressure on his lower back against his belt, he felt pretty good considering the dreadful state of his office, which he regarded with distaste. The small lab was never great, but now it was not even close to usable.

After checking himself, he glanced around the room. There wasn’t much he could salvage, but luckily he’d been backing up his files on his own machines at home. He didn’t trust anyone else with his data. His nostrils twitched at the scent in the air, which was far more pleasant than the sulphuric awfulness leading up to the blast. In fact, this current scent was… it was…

It was just what he imagined his system would smell like. Neutral, but pleasant, of nothing in particular and everything all at once. The umami of scent. He’d done it. His plans worked. Somehow, the disastrous explosion created the catalyst he’d been searching for his entire career in science. It worked! It worked, it worked, it worked!

Forget the lousy coworkers, the inferior facilities, the lack of pride that Vona took in itself… Hedley had done it! Him, Dr. Hedley Schrum, created what so many fools and doubters said was impossible, all by himself and despite the raucous and demeaning behavior of his supposed coworkers. His mind raced as he paced around the room, examining every puddle, trying to figure out which of the various chemicals had done the trick, and whether he could eliminate the need for an explosion the next time. He’d circled four times, vigorously sniffing and collecting what samples he could, before realizing that the scent wasn’t coming from anything in the room after all.

It was coming from him.

And that darn pressure in his lower back just wouldn’t go away no matter how much he absent-mindedly rubbed at the seat of his pants, trying to figure out what was going on with as much scientific detachment as he could muster.

The pain in his lower back sharpened and his knees buckled. The scientist fell to the floor and reached down, undoing his belt as quickly as he could as the stabbing pains continued.

“Ow ow! O- huh?”

As soon as his pants were down, the pain eased, but Hedley was faced with something totally unexpected: an enormous, wide black tail with a pair of white stripes down the middle, which lifted up and towered over his head by several feet, unfurling majestically from the back of his pants as quickly as he dragged them down. As it grew and grew, Hedley realized something else was happening to him besides the new appendage. The dark black fur was glossy and sleek and also, apparently, very fast growing, because it spread from the base of the tail up his backside and down his rump and thighs. It was happening fast and as it did, Hedley realized he could smell the new scent he’d created even more strongly. His tail flicked, curling over like a question mark, above his backside, more than twice as wide as his own shoulders.

“What the… this is impossible!” Hedley gasped. Still on his hands and knees, he crawled towards his broken laptop. “I must… document… thesh chanshessss… mphphh!”

His face stretched forward, losing its human aspects as his nose darkened and fur tufted in along the bridge of a muzzle. Small and full of sharp little white teeth, Hedley realized - with one more glance behind him at the enormous tail - that he was turning into a skunk. No wonder his scent was so strong. His eyes drew together slightly under his forehead beneath a pair of thick white eyebrows. Pointed ears spiked up as what little hair the former human had was swallowed up by skunk fur. He stared down at his chest as tufts of glossy black and white fuzz poked from between the buttons and around the hem of his exposed underwear.

Surprisingly, Hedley calmed down quickly. Recognizing that there were physiological symptoms interfering with his ability to academically analyze what was happening, the half-transformed skunk dragged the new black claws capping his fingers across the chemical-stained floor, scratching furrows in the steel.

Well, he was a scientist, and famous scientists often got into trouble like this. Hell, at Syntech this would just be an ordinary Tuesday! Nothing that he, genius that he was, couldn’t handle. No matter what happened, the science worked, and he’d throw it back in the faces of all those who had wronged him. This invention would make him rich enough to buy Vona, and then he could really get to work whipping the place into shape. His science… his research… his facilities… and a legion of willing workers to carry out his visions. Yes… yes, skunk or not, his brain turned over and over as he made his endless plans right down to where he’d mail the patent paperwork.

Hedley leaned back, still kneeling, with his pants down around his knees. His body was still changing, thickening and growing all around, making him proportionally larger than he’d been before. His enormously wide double-striped tail flicked high over his head where it narrowed to a point, absently twitching and curling and floating as Hedley’s new muzzle curled upwards at the corner into a grin that showed off all the new, sharp white teeth inside. His eyes narrowed as he considered just which employees at the research firm he’d enjoy firing first.

Though he now appeared completely skunk with no trace of his former human self remaining, Hedley didn’t even notice. Personal appearance had never been high on the scientist’s list of priorities, other than appearing professional with a crisp, wrinkle-free suit and tie every day. At the moment, his plush and thick black and white pelt caused his suit and shirt to stretch outwards, tugging at the buttons and threatening to pop them off with each deep breath.

As wrapped up as he was with his plans for the glorious future full of success, fawning fans, and more money than he would know what to do with, Hedley didn’t notice the new changes occurring between his thighs. The skunk’s legs themselves retained the same general shape as when he was human, but now were deviating and quickly. His thighs expanded rapidly, fattening up and lifting his rump higher. His calves grew as well, stronger and fully formed to the point his pelt splayed around the curves the growth created.

Between his thighs, his tight white underwear proved dramatically insufficient to the challenge of containing him. The stretchy cotton pulled apart as his hips widened out of necessity to accommodate the growing rump beneath his twitching tail. The white cloth bulged outwards with the outline of a huge sheath followed by the swelling of a pair of equally massive balls. Though Hedley was perhaps a bit smaller than average as a human, his new skunk body was rectifying that issue and then some.

It wasn’t until the fat tip of the skunk shaft shoved outwards, spreading open the slit at the front of the underpants and sticking partly through, only to get stuck as the fabric dragged down the sides of the huge crown, that Hedley realized what was going on. His eyes widened at first and his black paws twitched, but then they closed and and moaned with pleasure as he felt the briefs stretch down, down, down, filling along the way with a massive growth spurt. While his balls ended up between his thighs, straining hard against the stretched fabric, the front hung over the loose belt, audibly stretching the tighty-whities even more.

“What’s… what’s happening now?” Hedley gasped. His paws - yes, paws now, with black claws and everything - reached for his growing package and the added pressure caused the underwear to fail in spectacular fashion. Flexing from between the frayed splits, an enormous tower of onyx-colored maleness emerged, twisted and rippling on its way to freedom. The weight of the thing shocked Hedley as it knocked into his chest, throwing him off balance so that he fell backwards.

He landed in the smooth and furry embrace of his own tail, which easily supported his weight thanks to its unique size and width. The massive midnight cock slapped across his belly and pecs, and then, after a few deep breaths, swelled thicker and bigger yet, until it was past the tips of his laid-back ears. Both of his paws couldn’t wrap around the girthy monster, which was easily the biggest third leg he’d ever witnessed. Hedley now put stallions to shame, and he stared in shock at the massive cock, from the flexing head to the fat veins running down the sides to the bulging urethra and stretched sheath at the base. It was a massive dong, one truly worthy of an intellect such as his, Hedley thought. It might get in the way of some sensitive scientific experiments if he weren’t careful, but on the other hand, he’d be able to convince grant boards and donors much more convincingly with this monster swinging between his knees.

At the moment, though, his massive new arousal didn’t swing. It throbbed, full and hard as it lay back across his belly and chest, reaching past his open muzzle and eyes and twisting ears until the thickness shoved into his own tail. His muzzle pursed into an “O” of surprise as the silky and glossy tail caressed his massive length, enveloping it in warm black fur that made his head spin.

It took only a few strokes of his fingers clenched around as much of his awesome girth as he could reach before he felt the first bellowing surge of pre-cum pump from his gargantuan member. It was as long as a baseball bat, but more than twice as big around, and Hedley’s eyes crossed completely as he felt the river of pre-cum dribble down the other side of his curled tail, guiding the mess away from the top of his head and his laid-back ears.

“Nnngggggghhhh!”

The skunk’s bright red tongue fell from his muzzle as he leaned back into the cushion of his own humongous tail. His fingers slid up and down the onyx member, smearing his own slick pre-cum until the flesh shone in the flickering lights. His hips pumped, slowly at first but with increasing speed as his eyes closed. Moaning and gasping as he masturbated himself into a frenzy, the skunk’s thick rump clenched and squeezed as he squirmed his narrow shoulders into his tail.

Hedley’s scientific brain knew that he shouldn’t be doing this, of course. His academic side was furious, but there was no stopping the skunk’s lustful instincts. His pants stretched tighter and tighter yet as his knees were spread apart by the swelling of his fat, round, plump black-furred sac, complete with a single white stripe running around the front and bottom. The stripe merged into his sheath as though helpfully pointing the viewer’s eye in the direction of the swollen cock jerking madly between the skunk’s slippery paws.

Between the pleasures of the flesh and the pleasures of the scent, Hedley was well and truly lost in the throes of passion. He’d never really let himself go like this, and for a few brief moments, he felt as though he were watching himself from outside of himself - a third-person perspective brought about by the sheer volume of information his brain was attempting to process. The firm, soft chest and belly, slender and neat, the wide hips with the full thighs and shapely legs, the immense package spurting and dripping with lust…

It was too much. Hedley’s eyes widened and glossed over as his fingers swept up and down his stalk, rising to past his ears before dragging down, down, down against the supple, musky flesh, right to the base where only the matted sheath offered resistance. Hedley moaned again, crying out with desperation, as his arousal peaked.

The skunk’s eyes widened as he watched his new maleness throb. It was like slow motion. He could feel his heart slowing down, his body going tight, his nerves revving up in preparation as dopamine and adrenaline flooded his system. He knew all this was happening because he was, after all, a world-class scientist no matter what he looked like on the outside. Whether Hedley’s heavy, powerful, achingly huge cock was two feet long or closer to three… maybe a touch over… made little difference to his dispassionate, analytical brain. He also knew, just as clearly and just as instinctively, that none of his training or research or vast knowledge was going to matter one bit in about three… two… one…

Gallons of thick skunk seed splattered off the ceiling with each load that erupted from the big-hipped skunk as he cried out, gasping with lust and need. His arms slid wetly across his length, struggling to grip the slick flesh as it bucked and pulsed and jerked side to side. Powered by his immense sac, which forced his legs to spread wider yet as they swelled with the urgency of his orgasm. Again and again his cannon blasted the flaking green paint overhead as he writhed and clenched and moaned, helpless in the face of such intense pleasure. Scientific rigor abandoned, he could do nothing but squeeze his knees together around his plump sac while dragging his arms up and down his oversized shaft, pumping as best he could to encourage yet more musky seed to splatter off the ceiling. More! He needed more… more relief, more pleasure… more everything! His throbbing arousal stiffened and dragged him forward, off balance.

Hedley’s oversized black tail flicked above his hips, bouncing at the base off of his plump rump cheeks, when he ended up on all fours. The broad white stripe down the center of the tail flicked rapidly as Hedley’s haunches flexed, thrusting his enormous cock between his arms, which squeezed together beneath his slender belly. His legs were forced apart somewhat by his massive black-furred balls, which were forced up and into his belly. He could feel the warmth and weight of his churning roiling sac, and closed his eyes as his cock pistoned between his forearms. His elbows locked, trapping the enormous tip somewhat in place as it erupted again, this time aimed towards the door. The porthole ended up soaked in seed as the skunk’s eyes half-closed in a haze of pleasure and lust. The drain in the corner burbled and gurgled as a wave of thick skunk spooge splashed and rolled from one wall to the other.

The skunk’s hips slipped suddenly. His tail tried to keep him upright, but Hedley wasn’t used to his new center of gravity yet, especially not with a beast of a cock sprouting from between his thighs. He rolled over onto his side, and his glassy eyes squeezed shut as he realized what was about to happen. There was no stopping himself, though, not now, not as another huge blast reared up inside his aching cock. Charging forth, the eruption slashed across the wall containing the shelves of chemicals. What few bottles survived the first explosion didn’t make it through this one, and Hedley’s cry cut short in a thunderous booming that shook the entire room.

* * *

The next thing he knew, Hedley was flat on his back and someone was pounding on the door to his office. If the first explosive batch of chemicals hadn’t done in the room, the second finished the job. Scorch marks and dents, demolished shelving and twisted metal, and stains from chemicals on every surface - again. How he emerged practically unscathed was something he’d never understand.

Hedley grabbed his head. The headache was even worse now, and the pounding from the door matched the pounding in his skull. As he sat up, his huge shaft shifted and dragged across his thighs. It was too big to fit all the way back into the sheath, so it just casually curled out. It was thicker and fatter as it was, completely flaccid, than most males’ full hardons.

“Alright, alright - I’m coming!” he said, about to try to move his legs and lever himself upright.

He froze, though, because something was wrong with his voice. It had his cadence, his rhythm, but was higher and far more sultry than it should be.

“Hey, listen to that voice!”

“Ha ha, I told you, he’s got someone in there with him. Hasn’t left all night… right? Ehhhh? Ha ha!”

“Yeah, though with Hedley, she’s probably nothing to look at.”

The voices were loud and arrogant, probably the same as those two who disturbed him the night before. At least they stopped banging on the door.

Hedley didn’t get to the door quite as quickly as he intended because he suddenly remembered that he was still a skunk - and then some.

There was no panic as Hedley’s beady eyes as he surveyed the great expanse of black and white fur forming his soft, thick pelt. His black ears swiveled, taking in every detail of his new figure. With scientific dispassion, he examined the bountiful curves, the wide valleys, and the unsubtle style of her new body. Yes, her new body - after all, it wouldn’t do to go around calling himself a man with tits like these, would it?

A small smile crept over Hedley’s muzzle as she hefted her own massive breasts in her own big paws. The soft, firm orbs draped around her fingers, far too large to be lifted quite so easily. She was taller than before, though she wasn’t sure by how much. She must weigh more, obviously. Not only was she sporting what appeared to be a pair of breasts more than twice as wide as her own shoulders at their peak, she could feel the comfortable weight of her massive cock draping down well past her knees, its head brushing the floor. Her thick thighs and narrow calves bounced against them as she strutted with a natural ease towards the door, brain going a mile a minute to adjust to this new situation. It was hard to focus - her scent was even stronger than before.

Hedley’s first instinct, of course, was to ask them for help, but knowing the quality of labwork at Vona, that probably wouldn’t be possible. And anyways, she thought, reaching for the door… why get their help at all? She was too good for this place, especially now, looking like this brick-house bombshell. Unless… yes, her own labs… and then, she could continue her research and destroy all those who did her wrong! A very good, scientific plan. First things first would be to leave Vona, of course, and never look back at this dump. She had a bit of money stashed away still which would see her through writing some grants to get funding for a new company… yes, it would all work out quite well.

The skunkette’s wide hips were cocked at a jaunty angle and she rested one paw on the side, using her arm to subtly keep her enormous chest pushed forward. With a growing confidence she’d never before felt about her appearance, Hedley’s lips curled upwards as she swung open the door and smirked down at the two dolts on the other side.

“What the-”

“Holy shi-”

Both of her coworkers went silent, muzzles agape. The one on the left, a fox, went almost limp, barely remaining upright, while the other stiffened, showing the opposite reaction. Hedley eyed them both, watching their nostrils flaring and their eyes going wide. Both looked out of it, and after a few deep breaths, grinned rather stupidly, Hedley thought. The large skunk grrl smirked and flicked her tail, wafting her curiously neutral scent and increasing the effect on the two idiots in front of her. Both of them, she noticed, were rock hard in their pants despite one going slack and the other going rigid. Interesting side effects that the scientist coolly noted for later analyzing, of course.

“Duh…”

“Hmmrrrrh…”

The fox started drooling. Hedley grunted and casually swung herself around, causing her massive cock to bounce lewdly off her plump, wide thighs. Her hourglass figure stretched as she curled her arms outwards and yawned, already bored with these two. Just the thought of degrading her brilliant mind by spending an ounce of her fantastic brainpower on simpletons like these two would absolutely ruin her day. The big skunk grunted as she stretched, both arms above her head, lifting her huge chest and showing off the narrowness of her sleek belly. While her head was completely black, white fur spread from her lower neck and across the front of her torso, wrapping around the outer swells of her plump breasts, before diving back in like a stripe down her belly and inner thighs. Huge, plump black nipples, each individually far too fat and full to fit into just one muzzle, bounced hypnotically in front of the two males as the skunk finished preening. The fox moaned as a streak of white seed pulsed through his pants and rolled down his leg.

Hedley had to lean forward and turn to the side so she could squeeze her impressive jugs through the doorway. She made it look graceful despite her massive balls becoming momentarily stuck, until a good tug dislodged them. Once in the hallway, Hedley sneered at the two frozen males with distaste. Cretins. Imbeciles. They were so small and not worth her time. She waved a paw at them.

“You’re both terrible scientists,” Hedley said, waving a paw at them as she looked away. “Nothing but distracting to real scientists like me trying to do some work. You should both quit and… I don’t know, start a cucumber farm or something.”

To Hedley’s surprise, both turned and walked away casually, suddenly unfrozen.

“Yeah, you know what, bro… I think I’m tired of this science racket,” one said.

“Totally. And my NFTs are so fungible it hurts. I can’t keep up!”

“Right? Let’s start a pickle business together!”

The scientist coolly noted this surprising and useful side effect of her natural perfume and smirked. Perhaps she wouldn’t leave her position at Vona after all.

Perhaps it was time to get a big promotion instead.

* * *

One week later…

“Today in pharmaceutical research news, there’s been a shakeup at the notorious Vona Labs, with former researcher Hedley Schrum taking over as CEO and board chair. Investors are optimistic about this means for the future of the company, with Schrum promising, quote, ‘big things to come soon’ in a press release. As for the former CEO, he’s apparently sticking around to help with the transition - another relief for worried investors. Now for sports, with…”

Hedley smirked at the television. The offices at the top of Vona Tower were much nicer than the research labs down below. Windows afforded a grand view of the city, though her attention was currently focused on the groaning otter kneeling between her elegant knees and calves. Both of his arms stretched around her huge balls, hugging and squeezing them, as her huge cock draped over his shoulder and down his backside. His plump, overfilled stomach smooshed against her nuts as his nostrils inhaled deeply. Only a few scraps of fabric remained around the otter’s well-used body by now, leaving him mostly naked. Nearby, covered in thick white seed, lay his forgotten ID badge.

As the skunk’s long fingers stretched down to drag the otter’s muzzle into place for another round, the new CEO smirked.

“Don’t worry about your severance package. It’s going to be quite a… mmmh… generous one,” Hedley purred. Her sultry voice cut through the musky air like a knife as the otter’s throat distended around her tip. One of her long, strong legs swept up and around, clamping the otter’s head in place as she swiveled the large executive chair. A series of grunts and gurgles echoed through the room as the skunk grrl put the former CEO of Vona Labs firmly in his place, where he’d spent the week as Hedley learned the ropes.

As the otter gurgled around her cock beneath the large wooden desk, Hedley tapped a few keys on her computer, bringing up the latest status reports. In the week since she’d engaged in what turned out to be a very non-hostile takeover of Vona Labs, her new directives created immediate, drastic impacts. No more crypto farming, no more drunk parties, no more rusting walls and clanging air conditioners. Maintenance teams were giving the entire place a makeover in the new company colors - black, white, and a lovely rose pink. Efficiency skyrocketed since she took charge, and any time a department lagged behind, all it took was a short, pleasant visit from the new CEO to whip her drooling, scent-addicted employees back into shape.

Elsewhere in her office, the few real researchers Vona kept employed alternated before furiously masturbating and performing experiments with Hedley’s unique scent. She’d already cracked the formula behind it, though it turned out the secret to reproducing the scent eluded her. Nevertheless, her small-minded team of researchers was working hard to develop some fun toys to make use of her curious new adaptation. Then her plans for vengeance could truly begin…

The bombshell skunkette’s slender fingers stroked the ears of the kneeling former CEO between her legs as her heaving, lurching maleness flooded his throat and belly, bloating him until his enormous, stretched stomach lifted his hips almost vertical.

One of her secretaries waddled up. The cute calico’s pants dripped with arousal as he stared longingly at the otter’s bulging cheeks.

“Mistress Schrum, all of the members of the Vona board of directors are here. They’re currently waiting in meeting room 243 per your instructions.”

“Excellent,” the skunkette said, full lips drawing back in a vicious grin. “Please let them know I’ll be right there.”

Hedley pulled up the security camera showing the dozen or so members of the board milling about the room, chatting and congratulating each other. The skunk’s grin deepened into a mask of villainy as her fingers stabbed at the keyboard, opening the vents in the room. Concentrated sprays of her curiously neutral scent flooded the room. Hedley laughed as her cock pulsed, still aching, still hard, still filling the squirming otter toy between her thighs. The skunk licked her lips, watching as the board members fell upon each other, ripping off clothes and humping madly. Hedley’s fingers danced across the keyboard as she took notes. The latest formulation worked better than ever, inducing immediate lust in anyone who smelled it to the point they could do or think of nothing else. Other formulations worked better for more subtle behavioral control, of course, but it was still early days. She’d saved her strongest tests for these meddlesome board members. The skunk’s enormous length throbbed deep inside the overfilled otter as she licked her lips, already thinking ahead of her upcoming meet-and-greet with the board to the launches of a variety of new products to shore up revenue.

First things first, though, she decided. The skunk’s thighs flexed, crushing the otter's head even more tightly to the base of her enormous cock. Her ample bosom bounced and jiggled off the tops of the otter’s ears as she stood. Her thighs relaxed, and with a needy gurgle the former CEO gradually slid off the enormous half-hard monster. He landed on his side with a splat and a gush of seed from both ends.

The skunk stretched out her arms, allowing several of her attending secretaries to slide a massive pink thong up her shapely calves. The pouch barely fit the skunk’s bulge, requiring three working together to stuff inside curled over her titanic balls. The pouch hefted her whole package and, once paired with the push-up corset-like bra in a matching color, she struck quite the curvy figure. Her broad tail flicked as she applied the final step herself - a coat of pink lipstick across her plump lips. Her naturally - or rather, unnaturally - long lashes gazed back at her in the mirror held by her assistant.

Satisfied with their work, Hedley made sure to leave the room with a fresh cloud of her neutralizing musk.

“Work hard, everyone. I’ll be back very soon,” she cooed on her way out the door.

The skunk’s strut sent her assets swinging as she strode down the broad hallway. Workers and employees stopped what they were doing, staring with lustful, worshipful gazes as she passed by, only to resume their work remodeling the building or delivering supplies or signing paperwork with even more zeal.

Pink lips parted, revealing sharp black teeth, as the new CEO of Vona Labs swung open the door to the meeting room, where she was greeted by a chorus of groans and gasps. Willing, eager paws stretched out towards her as her massive bulge jiggled and swelled.

“I’m very pleased to meet you all,” the skunk said, her sultry voice dripping with smugness. “As the primary stakeholders in Vona Labs, it’s important that we are on close terms to ensure this partnership lasts… don’t you think?”

To be continued…