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“The Orca Project”

It had been two years since Rebecca Clayburn’s project was cancelled and she was dismissed from her job. Not due to lack of funding, not due to lack of interest in her research, but being muscled out by a rival company called Lion’s Head projects. Her project was more specifically geared toward mutation; she developed a mutagen, based on orca DNA, which could allow for rapid healing and cures to many types of cancer. Her research tarnished, years of work destroyed by a single act, Rebecca vowed vengeance on the three men responsible for ruining her life. And to help fund her continued projects while hunting them; Rebecca turned to a life of crime...

The bank’s clock was fast approaching nine-thirty and the line of customers inside the pristine complex stretched throughout the lobby, passing around the corners of desks in a long intricate weaving of customer service as Leonard Crenshaw checked his watch, standing only third in line at the teller. But even then, he had only been there twenty minutes before its opening over an hour before. The man slipped his watch back under his jacket sleeve and rocked back and forth on his shoes as he waited for the teller to finish with her next customer.

“Come on, there are places I’ve got to be. Can’t we hurry it up? Or open a new line?” Leonard asked condescendingly.

“I can help you over here sir.” A woman’s voice came from the next cage and Leonard quickly brushed past the man in front of him in order to reach it first. “How may I help you today?” She asked, her head forward, hiding her face behind a red cap she wore. Her slender fingers tapped gently on the marble countertop that rested in between them.

“Yes. I need to make a withdrawal.” Leonard said as he placed a slip on the counter.

“Oh, really?” She said, glancing up and meeting Leonard’s gaze. Before he could react, she grabbed his wrist and yanked him hard against the cage. “Because I need to make a deposit!” She said assertively as she slipped a needle from her sleeve and inserted it into Leonard’s arm. Instantly, Leonard’s body went numb and he couldn’t even make a sound. His legs made a bit of a flopping sound, but he mainly remained at a leaning position as though he were still interacting with the teller. Rebecca clicked her tongue in her mouth as she looked at the withdrawal slip. “Really Mister Crenshaw. Withdrawing forty-thousand dollars before noon on Monday? Whatever are you trying to escape from?” She asked.

In the past two years since her dismissal, Rebecca had made a name for herself targeting the rich and in particular, members of the Lion’s Head and robbing them blind to fund her own continuations of her mutagen project. Her antics and tactics had earned her the title as one of the most feared supervillains the city had ever had the opportunity to face. Unlike those cities in comic books, there was no superhero that could counter her, or one that even tried to foil her on a regular basis. She had never been caught, and she never intended on being caught. But she and her small army of Imps; genetically modified toads that were given very humanistic attributes, often held the city in terror. But occasionally delved into the more subversive plots as well. She smiled big as Leonard twitched and his face rested against the cage. He was incapable of speaking; of moving, and only his eyes and parts of his lips seemed to respond on his own command.

“Now, let’s see... I’ve injected you with Mutagen aspect number---oh, what was that mutagen number, Harvey?”

Harvey, who had been seated a few feet behind the villain piped up. “Oh, that was number thirty-nine, ma’am.” He said.

“Ahhh thirty-nine.” She said. “Such an interesting combination into this one. Along with my standard orca DNA, I’ve added some extract of sea eel and bat into this batch to try and overcome the tinnitus you’ve had to deal with for the last what was it? Twenty years? How’s that working?” Again, Leonard couldn’t really move, but he blinked to try and shrug the effects of the drug off quickly. “Hmm, perhaps we’ve got a little issue with translation.” She said. “Perhaps the next batch we can try for another animal?” She pushed away from the counter and called out. “Attention Englewood Bank Customers! The time is now nine-thirty; at window number three, you will provide me access to your vaults and wallets, or else the bomb I’ve programmed into one of your phones will detonate, killing everyone in your proximity.” She looked at the people who began to panic and look at one another. “There’s no way to tell who has the hot phone.” She said. “Even me. But I do have the ability to deactivate it, provided I am given enough---incentive to do so!”

“Oh no! It’s Lady Demonica!” One of the patrons recognized, causing a panicked scream as people and tellers scattered and made a break toward the exit.

Pressing a button on her wristwatch, she was delighted to see that the doors and windows responded like the bank was closed, sealing off every exit from windows to the front lobby doors. People scrambled against one another to seek an escape. Then, as if remembering Rebecca’s threat on cue, they all screamed and ran away from each other, clawing and scratching at the metal barriers in a hopeless attempt to escape while she watched amused at the antics. Turning back to the limp-noodle armed Leonard, who had begun thrashing about, she cackled in delight as his body suddenly began to grow in size. He shook and looked at his fingers, now becoming thick as sausages at the ends of his massive and rapidly expanding palms.

“Wh-what you doooing?”

“Well, if all goes to plan I can use you as a tie-in to help take the Lion’s Head down. After all, they’ve ruined my life... you’ve ruined my life, Mister Crenshaw. And I hope to have it paid back fully.

“This is the police!” An echoing voice could be heard from outside. “Come out with your hands in the air.”

Rebecca sighed and looked at her watch. “Oh dear, Harvey. I didn’t expect it to take so long for the police to respond.” She said. “And they didn’t even pay attention to my ransom demands, did they?”

Checking the computer, Harvey adjusted his glasses as his fingers typed furiously across the keyboard. “No ma’am. I guess they don’t think you’d go through with it.”

“What does it take to be a supervillain in this town and be taken seriously?” She blinked and looked at Leonard, whose clothes had overgrown and tattered, falling in pieces to the floor. His glazed, red eyes turned to her and he let out a particularly wet hiss of annoyance as she raised an eyebrow. “And again, my mutagen has destroyed someone’s brain tissue it looks like. Such a failure.”

“N-no ma’am. You’re no failure! Perhaps it’s these subjects!”

“Well. I suppose we’d better clear the virtual vaults and leave. Leonard?” She cringed as she was faced with the slobbering drooling face of the beast who was once human. “Attack these people, injure as many as you can, but don’t kill them. That’s not what I’m in this business for.” Her words bounced off the brute’s face like she was speaking in tongues, so Rebecca decided to simplify it a bit: “YOU GO PUNCH! KICK! SMASH! BUT NO KILL! COME HOME WHEN DONE!” She shouted to a point it finally seemed to get through to him. He smiled and in a single bound, leaped over the counter and ran toward the screaming crowd. Rebecca sighed. “Have you finished yet?”

“Yes ma’am. All done.” Harvey answered and with the emerging police, the pair quickly retreated while they began to do battle with the hideous, mutated man.

“Mutagen thirty-nine wasn’t good enough.” Rebecca stated angrily upon the return to their hideout; a cozy warehouse on the docks of the lake front of the city. The buildings had been abandoned for years, and when Rebecca decided to spearhead an attempt at supervillainy, this turned into her only steady safe haven. She moaned as she slumped into a tattered old arm chair that Harvey had rescued from the dump two miles down the road. Its cool, pungent fabric offering her little comfort as Harvey turned on the televised report of their robbery. “What was the take on the bank?”

“Three hundred and seventeen-thousand dollars ma’am.” Harvey said gloatingly.

“Pennies compared to our research!” She shouted. “Every subject we’ve tried has failed, their brains shrink to the size of a grain of sand while their bodies undergo some terrifying transformation. I should be making billions on the lives my mutagen could save, but instead. Thanks to Lion’s Head, I’ve got to resort to human subjects.”

“W-well, I do hope to help ma’am. Perhaps I could be one of your subjects?”

“No.” Rebecca dismissed her lackey with the wave of a hand. “All of my subjects have been men. Perhaps the testosterone boost is too much for their tiny brains to comprehend. We need to add to the levels, not displace it and the only way to do it would be--” Her voice faded out.

“Would be what?” Harvey asked.

Silently, Rebecca admitted to herself what she needed to do. She gently patted Harvey on the cheek. “Harvey, would you be a dear and go get me my favorite coffee? You do remember what I like don’t you?”

“Sure, half peppermint, half chai, mocha chocolate frozen coffee with nonfat milk and light whipped cream with a dash of cinnamon in only the whip cream, served large with half ice cubes and half slushed ice served in a plastic cup with a bendy straw.”

“That’s right! And it only took you six months to memorize that.” She said happily. “That’s my boy.”

Harvey chuckled nervously. “Well, you’ve got some extraordinary taste.”

Rebecca smiled. “Well thank you. And for all your toading, you get yourself a little something extra, okay?”

“Th-Thank you!” Harvey exclaimed. “Thank you so much!”

“Now go! I’ve got to work on mutagen number forty, and I can’t have you distracting me.”

“Yes ma’am!” Harvey said loudly as he bolted from the room so fast that Rebecca’s hair fluttered on top of her head.

After straightening her hair, Rebecca strolled through the door into her laboratory one room over. She tapped on the glass marked with a ‘40’ and opened up the drawer underneath it. It was perhaps her strongest serum yet. She turned it over in her fingers, a liquid blue color that radiated from the vial with a soft glow that filled the skin of her fingers for a second even after releasing it from each one. She pulled out a small injector and loaded the cartridge into it. Of course a man wouldn’t have the intelligence and willpower to withstand her serum, Rebecca needed to do this on her own. She turned the injector gun over in her hand and pressed the barrel against her neck. Closing her eyes, she pulled the trigger and heard the short spit of the gun followed by the cold sensation of the vial’s contents injecting into her veins and flowing through her. She watched as her body started to glow, the veins illuminating down past her dress and filling her completely.

She waited for a few moments, but nothing in particular seemed to happen. She rubbed her fingers together, waiting for something... any sort of reaction to--

“NNH!” She grunted as a sudden pain shot through her abdomen and she grabbed her stomach. What had she done? Could she have been wrong?” “AAHHHH!” She screamed, but in the few seconds she cried out, she could hear her voice growing a bit deeper.

Rebecca fell to her knees, clutching at her stomach, but the height of her fall didn’t change, her shoulders and her head seemed to move up with her. There was a definite shredding and tearing of her lab coat as Rebecca fell toward the floor and caught herself with her hands. Looking down, her fingers increased in size and the skin began to change from its standard pale white to a very ebon-black color. Looking at her hands, she saw that the palms lost all color completely, becoming a snow-colored white. She stood on her knees, but it wasn’t for long as a sudden pain shooting down her back made her fall forward again.

Her eyes were watering now, the shock and the pain were almost unbearable as the change began to take hold. Her dress continued to shred and rip apart at the shoulders, her lab coat becoming tatters in a matter of seconds as her legs grew out of her skirt and more of her body exposed itself as her clothing became tighter and tighter. “What’s ha-aa--ppening?” She asked aloud, hearing that her voice was dropping octaves, becoming deeper, more menacing. Her glasses stretched across her face now until it was like a band running across her eyes. They broke off too, falling to the floor under her. But she could still see them, her vision had corrected itself somehow. She put her hands on her face and was stunned to realize that her features had vanished, and her very rounded face had become more blunt with the exception of a long snout that traveled down to her mouth. She could almost scream; somehow she was becoming more like an orca by the second. She panted and put her hands on the front of her blouse which was now ruined thanks to the consistent growth of her muscles, but in her stunned shock, she realized that her breasts had changed too. Gone were the generous C-cupped breasts; no, what remained in place there was a lot flatter, though not a lot smaller. She looked down and realized her body was gaining thick, heavy muscles. Another lurching pain sent her lunging forward and a thick based tail emerged from the base of her spine, it swung back and struck an entire shelf of specimens, sending them smashing to the floor around Rebecca. The feeling of the tail sent a strange sensation of pleasure throughout Rebecca’s body, and despite the sudden pain of her muscles growing in size, she moaned a loud, long, and deep moan that filled the room.

Rebecca’s thighs were bulging, a new pain rising from between her legs and her legs finding no room to grow except outward. They pushed apart quickly and she felt her skirt shred apart. Looking down she could see something emerging between her legs; it was a penis, Rebecca was shocked and amazed to find that she was becoming male. The cock became erect, and she--he felt compelled to grab onto it and stroke it, feeling intoxicated by the strong, pungent musk filling his nostrils. “Oooohhh...” He groaned, realizing that it felt good touching it. He began to stroke it feverishly, hoping to take his mind off the pain the rest of his body was forcing him through. Precum drained so heavily that his hand had begun to grow wet and sticky from the outpouring. He licked his smooth lips with his tongue, realizing that it was long and pink and impossibly huge for any human anymore. At last, the idea for his perfect revenge would be in place, all he needed to do was get into the Lion’s Head and he would be able to take out the heads through a unique type of ‘persuasion’

“Rebecca! Rebecca! What’s all the commotion in here?” Harvey screeched around the corner, narrowly avoiding flinging the drinks he’d gotten all over the place. “I swear I’m gone five minutes and--” His voice stopped and he screeched to a halt, his mouth hanging open as the massive orca pulled himself off the laboratory floor. “R-Rebecca?”

“Call me Robbie.” The orca said, standing up to his full almost-eight-foot height and looking down at the small human standing before him. “Now, I just need a meeting with the heads of the Lion’s Head, and I can do what I’ve always wanted to do... put them under my thumb. Or---dick as it were.” He chuckled as he grasped his shaft for a moment.

“Y-you... want some clothes?” Harvey asked, earning a sneer from the whale. “Stupid question; I know.”

Anthropomorphism wasn’t completely alien in this society; registering “Robbie Mann” as a legal resident was easy for the computer savvy Harvey, and in less than two weeks, the orca was walking up the steps of the Lion’s Head main office at Fourteenth and Broadway. Dressed in a white suit jacket and pants that barely fit, and a blue dress shirt that was so tight his sleeves had to be torn off at the shoulder underneath, Robbie made his way into the main office and seated himself across the plush brown sofa outside of their main office. He kicked one leg up over the other and looked at the secretary staring at him from her station. A rose-color to her cheeks hinting her attraction to the sexy, thick Robbie. Playfully, he passed a wink toward her and made a crude smooching face toward her before returning to observing the office. She giggled lightly in response before returning to her work.

There were two men responsible for running the Lion’s Head projects now that Leonard Crenshaw was in a state of permanent retirement. Davin McCray; an anthro, one of the few so far to have made it so deep into the scientific community. He oversees the projects they acquire, like the office and former staffing of Rebecca’s team. He was a sophisticated lion with an obvious taste for the classier things in life. And there was also Matthew Meeks; the head of HR as well as the new liason for the research and development department in Leonard’s absence and probably the first person Robbie would be meeting with. He would ensure that their reputation would be tarnished and that they hand the company over to him as quickly as possible. But first, a little persuasion would be needed.

“Mister... Mann?” The voice jerked Robbie out of his state of thought and he looked up to see a young human standing next to him on the other side of the couch. Even lying most of the way down, Robbie was equal to the height of the red-haired, clean shaven human who stared at him in utter awe. “Hi. I’m Matt, head of the HR department here at Lion’s Head.” He put his hand out, and Robbie shook it. “A pleasure to meet you.” He said with a fairly shaky handshake.

“You too.” Robbie said with a grin.

“Come to my office? We’ll get your information squared away.”

“Sure thing.”

Robbie followed the human from the lobby into the second office door, entering the room, Matt went straight to work, arming his clipboard under his arm. “Now, Robert...”

“Please. Call me Robbie.” The orca said, leaning in toward the human as he went to sit at his desk.

Matt turned up a wary eye and smiled. “Robbie then.” He said. “Now, the records indicate that you went to M.I.T. and graduated third in your class; a very impressive feat considering Mister McCray graduated only two years before you and ended up tenth in his class.”

“Mmm yes, Mister McCray is brilliant for sure.” Robbie admitted. “But of course he’s not the one in charge of R&D right?” He asked, keeping in a bit of a close proximity to the human.

“W-well...” Matt stammered, shaking his head a bit. “Be that as it may--”

Robbie could tell that Matt’s mind was wandering, the scent of a powerful orca was often a radiating and intoxicating odor. He’d learned first hand what affect his musk had on men; Harvey was still a babbling, drooling puddle of man after being squished quite firmly under the orca’s weight from the night before after testing out his abilities on him. “Please, continue.”

“Well... I did a bit of research, and there was no Robbie Mann who graduated that year, and not third in his class either. That went to another student named--ahh--” He checked his clip board. “Rebecca Clayburn.”

This was perfect, Rebecca’s name was almost completely unknown to him. Even as Demonica, he couldn’t prove it any better that this encounter would be completely forgettable. “Well, perhaps... this ‘Rebecca’ had made some impressive... life-altering decisions, huh?” He said as he abruptly pushed the desk aside with one hand. It screeched across the floor and slammed into the opposing wall as Matt scrambled to his feet. “Now see here, you can’t do this! You are under review, Mister Mann!” He panicked as he backed up and pressed himself into a wall. Robbie slammed the palms of his hands against the wall over Matt’s head so hard that it left a web of cracks and impressions, the musk pouring from the orca’s pores emanated from the room and the human trembled and scooted downward, helplessly unable to escape.

“Well, so are you, Mister Meeks.”

Robbie flicked his thumb along his belt, releasing it from its latch and allowing it to fall open. To his entertainment, Matt grasped the belt and pulled it apart, grabbing the button of the orca’s already tight pants and practically ripping them open to unleash the heavy, thick shaft that popped out and nearly slapped him across the face. The human’s mouth was around the tip of Robbie’s manhood quickly, but he couldn’t get much more in without threatening to break his jaw. Robbie moaned a bit and twisted his nipple beneath his shirt. “Oh yeahhh...” He moaned loudly this time, feeling the human’s wet mouth slipping up and down the flesh of his shaft as it soaked his mouth, his face even the top of his head, wetting his red hair into a darker red mesh. Robbie grunted and grabbed Matt’s head and thrust his cock as hard as he could against him, it slipped from the mouth and roughly sloshed up the man’s face, knocking his glasses off as he did that. “Oh fuck yeah.” He groaned. “Nice technique, I should hire you for my own personal toy. You do a good job at that.”

Matt looked dully up at him, completely inebriated from the look of things as the musk began to seep deep into his senses. There was a slurping noise as his mouth ran over the shaft and there was a spurt of white that streaked across his nose as the orca narrowly missed a rather impressively quick orgasm. “Why not try this on for size?” He asked before turning around and grabbing the man’s head, quickly forcing it against his ass.

“Mmph!” Matt grunted as he was thrust forcibly into the masculine male’s round thick backside. The orca’s tail whipping around his head almost served as a feeding device for the male’s glorious hole. Matt’s hands landed smack-dab on Robbie’s ass and spread them apart as he was pulled into it, his face completely vanishing into the mass of muscle. He grabbed Robbie’s hips and Robbie could feel the man’s tongue wriggling about at his ass. The musk was so much more intense back there, and it seemed to intensify more when it was wet.

“Oh yeah, work that tongue of yours, boy. Eat my ass.”

Suddenly, Robbie heard the sound of the doorknob turning and he only grinned as it opened and Davin stepped in. His face was in a state of shock, his bright blue eyes fixated on the scene he was witnessing. His mane, such a dark brown color was slicked back into the nicest ponytail Robbie had ever seen. He gasped, but in a room so dark and tightly constricted, that would have been all it took. The musk quickly worked its way into the lion’s lungs and slowed his reflexes down. It was more than enough time for the orca to leap from his pants, pull Davin into the office and close the door behind him. This time, Robbie flicked the lock as he grabbed Davin and flung him to the floor. “Oh come on Mister McCray, you know you love this.” He said.

“I---I love this...” Davin said automatically in response to the orca’s words as Robbie slapped the underside of his balls and cock onto the lion’s face. He seized up for a moment before grabbing Robbie’s legs and driving his own tongue along the bottom of the orca’s balls.

His tongue was rough and rigid, and almost made Robbie cringe, but he enjoyed the attention he was being given all of a sudden and grabbed Davin by the back of his head forcing himself down onto his face even harder. He let out a muffled moan, so close to being suffocated but so far, all the lion could taste and smell now was the orca’s heavy odor. Another tongue surprised Robbie; Matt had peeled off his clothes in a hurry and dove down behind the orca, pulling his tail to the side, he began to rabidly lap at Robbie’s ass. Eager to return the taste into his mouth, he didn’t even care that he was laying on Davin’s crotch. He had even pulled the lion’s pants aside and was shifting the taste from his cock to Robbie’s hole. Robbie groaned and reveled in the lust, grinding his ass and his crotch against Davin’s body. He moved up though and then sat on Davin’s face. He let out a muffled cry as his face almost completely disappeared.

“Mmmhhh that’s how you like it, huh boys?” Robbie said. “If you want to do this ever again with me, you’ll sign this company over to me and maybe I’ll let you work for me.” He laughed heartily.

Both of the men under his thrall continued to indulge in Robbie’s scent as Robbie rocked back and forth on Davin’s face and shoved Matt’s face into his ass at the same time, one could say that a “moaning contract” was a thing.

“Mmmmhhh fuck...” Robbie grunted as he lifted his round ass up and then slammed it down on Davin’s face again. “Oh yeah... good boys.” He grunted in lust as he continued to go from one to the other, deeping their faces into his ass.

Robbie wasn’t much of a bottom; no, he was quite the opposite. After getting them ready, he got back to his feet. “Now, against the wall.” He said, pointing at Matt. “And you, lay across the desk.” He pointed at Davin.

Both men retreated to their assigned positions. Davin, who was still dressed in his shirt and a pair of slacks that hung around his knees was Robbie’s first target. He forced a finger past the lion’s ring, making him yowl and moan. Pressing his cock against Davin’s ass, Robbie got the most anxious look from the lion before he thrust forward and pushed his cock past the ring.

“YAAAOOOOOWLLLL!” He howled out in sudden shock and pain as his claws dug so hard into the desk that long scratch lines covered the surface of it.

“Mmmmhhh tight little lion.” Robbie said. “And here I thought you were an expert on fucking people over.” He grinned as he grabbed the lion by the mane and pulled his head back at the same time, thrusting forward. “Awww yeahhhh!” He grunted deeply as he pushed himself deeper and deeper into the lion. The lion yowled and roared in pain. Robbie didn’t quite know what to expect if the secretary could hear them, but he figured she would probably enjoy watching her bosses get hammered by a massive whale. “Now, you boys gonna turn the company over to me?” He asked as he pulled the lion against him, pushing in all the way to the hilt and making Davin cum all over his desk. “Or am I going to have to fuck you guys until you explode?”

“Ye-yes sir!” Davin cried out, panting loudly. “Y-yes! You can have it all, just take me! Take me!” He cried louder.

“No, take me sir! Fuck me! Don’t give him all the glory!”

Robbie grinned and looked at Matt. “Oh don’t worry, there’s going to be plenty for you too.” He said.

THE END