Chapter 2

Warning: This story contains mostly on hyper and is centered on Shemale on Male (Bustyboi) content (Meaning anal and oral mostly), though Shemale on Female and Hermaphrodite will also be present. It also contains uncommon body composition (Taur bodies, multi breasts, multi arms, heads, cock snakes, lipples, etc), and many kinks. The kinks are: Cock fucking, nipple/breast fucking, male impregnation, alternative impregnation, ownership (Marked by cum) and medical compounds with certain effects (mind/body alteration, body part growth), cum addiction, large penetrations, cum inflation and so on. Other kinks may also appear.

Kinks for this chapter: No Real Sex. Shemale on Male/Shemale on Bustyboi, Suggestion (Hypnosis), Foreplay, Orgasm.

A/N: Long chapter? Long chapter. Lots of talking and setting things up. I tend to write long so this may not be a rare occurrence.

*** Mission Start ***

Ambrosia let out a grunt as she got up from her bed. The clock had dutifully woken her up at seven o'clock, as it should be. It was the usual routine that s he had used since she escaped that pit she called home way back when, and it worked for her well enough.

The morning ritual was easy enough: One hour of exercise to wake up, shower, a coffee and, if needed, a wank. And considering the thirteen inches of black shaft that hung between Ambrosia's legs, or the insanely charged, cantaloup sized balls, it always was, but not today. Today Ambrosia had a devilish smirk as she thought of the many possibilities ahead of her.

That is, of course, if the mix was good.

Doubts and worry didn't cloud Ambrosia's judgement much though. She was not known for second guessing herself and, to be honest, every time she worried about something in the mornings she ended up pulling a muscle. It was not pleasant, as you may very well garner from the uncomfortable face Ambrosia did while rubbing her left thigh. It was always that damn area of her body for some reason.

So, with that said, and one hour after waking up, Ambrosia was both caffeinated, awake, clean and ready to start the day that would mark whether or not she was going to get the boot.

“Let's check…"

Her place at the North section of Anamasi wasn't all that grand. You'd expect someone like her to live in luxury and what have you, but true to form to her old life, even when she was living on a planet's surface, Ambrosia wasn't that much of a luxury person. She had her bed, a chair, a desk and a lot of space in her room with little more furniture than that. The only real luxury was the bookshelf with real books, and considering physical copies of things were quite expensive, it was a show of her previous wealth, as Lara and her sisters had made it clear that such frivolities with the money for her 'necessities' was not going to be tolerated.

Even Shara frowned when Ambrosia asked, so that was a big no-no.

The rest of her house was largely similar. Living room, kitchen with a pantry, an extra room for her to use as seen fit and a guest room, with a nice corridor going between all rooms. And, of course, the bathroom, next to her bedroom. It was a relatively spacious six room house, true, but compared to the average wealth of most Spacers [Common designation for Habitat and Ship dwelling people, a you can guess], it was close to the poor side more than anything. It just got worse when you consider she had the bare minimum in every single room.

If there was one room that was expensive and that she cared about (Literally. She had contracted a construction bot to reinforce it the first day), was the 'extra' room.

To be honest, the landlady probably expected Ambrosia to use it for storage. She would've been either surprised or, more likely, concerned if she had seen what lied in the many crates she had brought. While the room wasn't overly big, Ambrosia was nothing if not both frugal and resourceful with what she had, and while things had ended up a bit tight, she had managed to fit everything she needed. With vials, beakers and many racks with compounds as well as a few dedicated computers and specialized machinery, the room was a miniature industry complex that had nearly drained everything Lara and her sisters had put aside for her.

This was also the room where Ambrosia all but spent the first two days in. Barely any food, water, or even self care, if she hadn't set up an alarm she would've gone without a bed for 48 hours straight, if not more. But the work paid off.

As Ambrosia got to her desk, pants already covering her lower body, she used her physical computer to work with the information she had gathered. Mara's warning had made sure she picked a desk based computer instead of using the virtual ones. If there was one thing Ambrosia didn't like, was confinement, more so than anything else. Add to the fact that all prisons were Habitats and you also had a good reason as to why she would prefer not to spend a few decades, or even a century, behind bars.

In any case, she got the disk she had been offered and put it in as soon as the laptop was ready.

“... these mixes blew up." Ambrosia began to mark certain attempts of her that had failed up. “These looked stable, but analysis suggested toxicity…" And, really, the list became very, very short in no time. “And these ones show promise… but need test subjects to see exactly what they do."

A whole week of work. Two days of study and practice, three of testing, and two of preparing the stable mixes… the -FEW- stable mixes.

Either Ambrosia had been lucky or, more than likely in her case, she had been so obsessed in her work that had managed to find a relatively stable mix in her zeal, because maker almighty, this week had been full of failures. Considering every test took less than fifteen minutes you can easily imagine how many times she had failed. It didn't help that her old notes, while comprehensive to her, had been manipulated so much and given so many unnecessary 'corrections' that Ambrosia had wanted nothing more than to find the one responsible and strangle them.

On the other hand the many warnings were, while condescending, nice enough. Still, the original recipe she had designed was to stabilize DNA, and it had been volatile enough, as her boss had made clear yesterday (alongside some of the warnings and corrections she had been handed). Gearing things towards something far less dangerous (and by far Ambrosia meant FAR. It was pure luck none of her coworkers had been liquified when they tried her original stuff) was interesting and challenging, but it also was a frustrating mess.

There were three things Ambrosia had found out and decided on. First: The original recipe was the base, not the final product. Second: Said mix of components required up to three more, no more than that, ever (She had lost one table full of equipment when she tried). Three: Any solid color pill that came out of the mix was, in essence, toxic.

Ambrosia sighed. Roughly 90% of the mixes she thought could work were toxic. The many chemical changers she had originally cooked up required too many materials for the mix to be stable. Considering the original recipe was already complex enough, and it already blew up a few times when she made it the first time two years ago, it was not surprising that the combination with too many components was, simply put, a small scale explosive.

It also said much about just how dangerous her original mix had been. At least she hadn't killed anybody.

Such dangers and limitations left Ambrosia with very few possibilities. On the other hand, it also made things simpler.

Certain fruits, meats and sweets affected body and mind easily enough. Sugar on itself, pure, refined sugar, for example, was an energyzer, and easily absorbed by the brain. Altering the compound ever so slightly, and adding it to the original recipe, then compressing it into a pill, created a small, glass like pill with a very sweet taste. With a simple modification to it all Ambrosia had been fairly sure that it could alter, ever so slightly, neural pathways. So being (mostly) sure of its safety, she tested it on herself to make sure it was indeed working as intended and that it wasn't going to, I dunno, turn her kidneys into slurry.

Seeing as it didn't do any horrible stuff, Ambrosia looked in a mirror and told herself to buy a tomaple and enjoy it.

Stupid name? Likely, or Ambrosia thought so, but it was a sweet tomato that grew on a full blown tree. An engineered crop for specific soils. Nutritious, sweet and very healthy.

Ambrosia hated them and couldn't stand the taste.

So it was with no little surprise that Ambrosia found herself enjoying her first tomaplee in her life. Buying a second one however, had given her far less enjoyment, but she didn't find it repulsive, as she had once done. The effect lasted to this day, a whole 24 hours, and while she didn't exactly enjoy the fruit she had bought, at least now she could eat tomaples without puking.

If nothing else it showed her that the basics, that of a pill that could help when it came to suggestion, was ready. It just took her nearly six days to come up with the correct way of doing it and a silly test to have a very basic formula done.

“So we'll start with this basic mix." Ambrosia hummed as she looked at the data she had introduced into the disk. There were many other recipes she had tested and found to be 'safe', but the effects were yet to be truly tested. “I will need to talk with Lara about this, won't I?"

Truth be told, she should have given her a report already. That she was nearly given carte blanche on things (to a point) didn't mean she could just ignore her boss. Still, it would likely be ignored if Ambrosia brought her results with her today.

Of course that also meant being ready for her first 'patient' and 'volunteer'.

Speaking of which.

Ambrosia clicked a few times to get her into the patients folder. There were many prospective patients, quite a lot of tiddybois, but many others as well. Ambrosia hadn't spent all that time ogling them since she had been busy with something else, as the small bag of pills she had ready would let anyone know. But she HAD checked on Finnal.

Finnal Ridden, or 'Finny', was far smaller than Ambrosia had thought. Around 1.20 meters tall or so, he was nearly half Ambrosia's height. That didn't stop the guy from having tits comparable to Ambrosia, probably even BIGGER than that. The little shortstack sure was stacked.

And that was the problem.

Finny, like most bustybois, had been largely girly growing up, which was a dead giveaway of what was to happen as soon as hormones kicked in. Ending up as the runt between him and his sister, in more ways than one, changed when he hit fifteen and suddenly a massive pair of melons began to grow on his chest. His hair began to grow larger as hormones went into attack mode, his voice became even more effeminate and so on.

Poor boy came from one of the families that got all their natural males all but squashed in the past three generations or so. His great, great, great, great grandfather was a massive, hulking male bee, and Ambrosia knew, she had seen photos. In fact the Ridden family had a lot of males in their family, and they were largely one composed of insect morphs, mostly, as you guessed it, bees. So when whatever masculinity they had began to wane things began to heat up a bit. In a time where males were by default rare, it had been a point of pride that at least SOMETHING of the old world remained within the Riddens. Finny was just the latest reminder that they were now just another mutant family, nothing else.

Apparently, and considering their multiple family meetings every year, that had hit the young Finny hard. When volunteers were sought out for these experiments he was the first to come knocking, so Lara had decided to give the young bee boi a free pass as the first in line.

And if there was any doubt, let me dispel it for ya: Fucking up would get Ambrosia destroyed by Lara.

That part had been 'hinted at' before the meeting ended, just saying.

Ambrosia frowned as she looked at the cupboard with the pills she had already prepared. Better make a few more and pack them in a bottle after a last checkup. She just had a few hours before the meeting with Lara and her sisters, then it came down to Finny.

***

“So this is what you come up with after a week, huh?"

Lara had received Ambrosia at the entrance of the clinic. She hadn't been angry at being left in the dark, but the large squirreltaur had been far from pleased to be shown any development only shortly before their first test would take place.

Mara had been, as you may guess, far more direct.

“You make us fucking candy?" The far more direct grumbled as she toyed with one of the crystal clear pills. “I was expecting some kind of superdrug or something." Then she popped it into her mouth.

And everyone stared.

A few moments, some licking, some chewing, then a gulp and a burp that froze a nurse that was walking by, and everyone still stood, mouths agape, at the boldness (or stupidity) they had seen. Mara, of course, didn't seem to give a fuck.

“Can… can you not be this stupid?" Lara all but begged.

Ambrosia found surprising when Mara just shrugged. “Nope. Go fuck yourself."

The black woman had to humm. “I suppose the dose is far too small for someone of your… complexion."

“Are you calling me fat?" Mara growled as she forced the trio's body forward, much to the sisters' surprise. “Because…!"

“I mean you have three minds, a much larger body mass and a far larger digestive tract." Ambrosia deadpanned with a bored look. “IF I wanted to call you fat, and only IF, I would simply do so."

Mara, and her sisters, looked at Ambrosia with varying degrees of surprise and, in at least one account, offense.

“Ignoring this little altercation." Shara suggested, her tone diplomatic despite her sister's imprudence. “We should move. The section we have decided to give you is in the back area."

“Wasn't that section made for scanners and other such tests?" Ambrosia asked as she trailed behind the now advancing taur woman. “I thought you'd prefer me away from sensitive equipment, just in case."

“Unless you explode someone, or turn them into a berserker, that shouldn't be the case." Lara commented with a halfhearted chuckle. “Though, in truth, it is more that we have many of the old equipment removed and sold off. They were machines with nearly a hundred years behind them, and quite rare at this point. Enough that a few museums wanted them, since most people just recycle the poor things and forget about them."

“Heh, yeah. Suckers paid for the refitting of the third floor all by themselves." Of course Mara was the one to voice the most crude of opinions. “Where do you think the extra credits for your little stunt came from?"

“For all I know or care?" Ambrosia gave the third sister a sidelong glance. “From private investors that wanted to get a fuck on with the side effects of my pills."

“HAH!" Mara laughed as loudly as she could. “That sounds like a nice business to take on!"

Shara, however, used her set of arms to just shush her sister and give her a bap on the head. “Stop being an idiot. For the one more afraid of being caught you sure mouth off far too much."

Mara snorted. “I am just having fun, besides…" The third sister looked around. “It is not like the place is packed, and most of the crew is far too interested in our little wannabe hospital to rat us out if they find something."

“Or they are waiting for a chance to move to the Central District if they sell us out." Lara grumbled to her sister. “So don't be an idiot, again."

Besides a few grumbles that was it for the conversation as the pair of figures moved to the rear section of the clinic. While clean and immaculate as the rest of the building that Ambrosia had seen, it was clear that not that many people came around here. How recent that was? She wasn't sure, but the lack of pictures, seats for the waiting patients and other such amenities marked it as 'less than in use', at least at the moment.

The only section that seemed even remotely prepared to take some people in were a group of three rooms right in the middle of it all. It wasn't much, but Ambrosia could hear at least a couple people clicking away in one of the room, while another door had the more than obvious 'Only Authorized Personnel Allowed' sign, with the last door being far more foreboding to whoever read, but didn't know about what was going on.

“Testing Room?" Ambrosia looked at the trio of sisters whom just shrugged. “You could have been far more discrete."

“The public has an idea of what is going on, and this is more than clear enough." Lara spoke calmly as she waved Ambrosia's concern away. “So you shouldn't worry. I have two of my girls here and the third room should be yours if you prove this works."

Ambrosia simply nodded. “Then why give me everything I need to do things at home? This place will likely have more space…"

“The clinic is checked regularly, your home won't be." Shara tried to placate what she thought was a less than pleased Ambrosia. “Keep things safe that way and we won't have a problem."

“Well, other than your incompetence that is." Mara grumbled under her breath.

“Mara, for god's sake girl!" Lara nearly chewed, probably in a literal way, at her sister. “What is your problem!?"

Mara shoved her sister's head aside. “Did you feel a tingle at all when you took the pill? No? I didn't either. If all we have is her word we don't know if this shit works." Then the third sister turned to Ambrosia. “Besides, you said you didn't feel any excitement either."

Ambrosia had to admit that Mara was right: She hadn't feel a thing when she took the pill. In fact, had she not tried the tomaple, she would've called the first solid trie as nothing more than a failure.

“I think it is just that the mix is far too simple." Lara, now slightly less irritated, pointed out. And as she did she turned to Ambrosia. “You said it was just a single, highly 'depurated', ingredient, no?"

“Well, yes, simple sugar. Altered, true, but… bland, you could say." Ambrosia didn't find any comfort in it. “I am pretty sure that if I have some more time I'll see what reacts with the necessary compounds better, but a few days just showed me that the recipe, as is, has far too many limitations.

It sounded like an excuse. Was it an excuse? Ambrosia wasn't sure. Still, the effect had been tested in something as simple as a freaking fruit. One simple dislike. Changing one's tastes like that, with just partial success, was not encouraging now that she thought about it.

“Insectoids are far more sensible to sweets and the like, so maybe Finnal will respond better." Shara tried her best to raise morale despite Ambrosia's downer expression. “At the very least you have someone eager for this. So why don't you go in and see how it goes? We'll monitor things from the surveillance room on the side."

“A bit of a voyeur?" The ebony woman tried to either make a joke or give the trio a ribbing.

It more or less worked as Mara huffed. “What of it?"

“Just saying." Ambrosia shrugged. “Will I meet the rest of the squad I wonder?"

“Perhaps at a latter date." Lara cut down any desire to stall Ambrosia ever had. While confident, it was obvious her trust in a rushed product wasn't as high as she had first thought, and Lara was not going to let Ambrosia wait anymore. “For now we need you to meet with Finnal and get this going."

Maybe Ambrosia would've stalled a bit more, but Lara commanded the trio's body to move away and into the one room with all the clicking. A moment went by, a few voices were heard, and then Ambrosia was left with the obvious and only choice of going for the kill.

So, she took a break, played with the bottle of pills in her pocket, and went in.

***

The room was more or less what Ambrosia had expected: It was fairly large, with a desk on one side (not that she was going to use it right now), an adjustable bed on the side and a LOT of free space. It was clear that, if nothing else, Lara and her sisters expected Ambrosia to get the train going and, when needed, request more equipment or other specifics. As it was though, the room was more ominous and just plain sterile than nice and cozy for the incoming patients.

There was nothing that made such obvious sentiment more clear than the bee in the room.

The image, basically a modern 'photo', had shown Finnal as a smiling lovely woman, at least at first. That 'she' was a he, a bustyboi, hadn't changed the original impression. Finnal had long, lustrous blonde hair, a largely black body, arms, hands and feet as well as yellowish head, legs and the usual bee abdomen with the obvious stripes. Of course, like many insectoids, he didn't have a nose (Unluckily for them, insectoids, similarly to real insects, lacked such a thing), but it only made Finnal even cuter in Ambrosia's opinion. Insectoids also lacked fingernails and the like though, but considering the hardened skin (basically chitin), that wasn't usually a problem.

His green saturated eyes were intently looking at Ambrosia. And while Ambrosia knew she was staring, it was hard to look away from the stupidly large breasts that Finnal sported for his very small size. One meter twenty was shorstack territory, and it only added to the 'cute' factor in the black woman's mind. Much like the stupidly large bulge that the bee boi had between his legs. While he was trying to sport normal clothes, 'normal' for him meant 'far too small.

Resigning herself to the due process that was about to take place, Ambrosia decided to stop standing in front of the door and walked straight up to Finnal. The bee boi, apparently intimidated, gulped and sat back into the bed that had turned into the appropriate size as soon as the boi had first stepped into range.

It probably wasn't what Finnal was expecting when Ambrosia extended a hand towards him.

“Name is Ambrosia, Ambrosia Golden Onix. Call me Ambrosia, or Ambrosia G(ee).Onix."

“Umm…" Finnal mumbled for a few seconds before his delicate hand went to sake Ambrosia's own. “Name is Finnal, Finnal Ridden. Call me Finny?"

“I already know and I will." With her piece said, Ambrosia turned to her desk and sat her butt on the edge while looking at Finnal. “What I don't know is what you expect to get from being here."

Finnal blinked in confusion. “I… I was told you can help me?"

“I may." Ambrosia pointed out as she brought the bottle with pills to bear. “But I need to know what you want out of this. You are here as a volunteer, but volunteering or not, you likely have expectations of what you'll get out of this if it works, don't you?"

Finnal bit his lips as he looked away. “I… I uh… I was told you'd be able to make me more… comfortable with myself?"

At least Ambrosia let out a breath of relief at that. He hadn't been told that she could take his breasts away. Maybe she could, mind, but the damage to his body had already been done, and even taking the parts away would not change how Finnal's body had changed after the mutations on him hit its peak.

A bustyboi's voice changed to be far more girly than normal, but still wasn't 'womanly', so to speak, it was usually gentle and 'pretty', but still powerful. It was close to Ambrosia's own, while hermaphrodites and natural women were the ones to have average woman voices and timbres. That also meant that Finnal's hips, that had changed more to resemble a woman's, but not as much as a shemale or herm resembled those of a girl, would likely remain that way even if Ambrosia found a way to undo most of his changes.

If nothing else Finnal just wanted to be more or less okay with his skin. That, with some luck, she could do. In fact it made things easier that Finnal was on board with the idea.

“I mean, most of the guys in my family are very bummed out, and would prefer not to be like this." He rubbed his left arm while looking away, the movement making those huge juggs bounce. “I understand, but me and my cousin, Red , just don't want to feel this down anymore."

“Red?" Ambrosia found herself asking before she could stop herself.

“My cousin, he lives here too, and got hit way harder." Finnal chuckled half heartedly. “His side of the family more resembles honeypot ants, you know? His abdomen was already stupidly big at first, but it just GREW even more. It got worse when the changes came, 'cos he now has huge breasts, ass and stupidly large lips e…" Finnal bit his lips as he said that. Ambrosia frowned, but the bee didn't see it. She was afraid of what he was going to say because it reminded her of the one thing that made a mutation literally WORSE. Still, Finnal avoided her question as he kept on talking. “Funny enough, he was a hulking kid when we were young, then the hormones hit and… Well, Red had to go to the hospital for nearly a year, that severe were his changes."

Well, that was a downer, wasn't it? But not unusual… if her suspicions was unfounded. Of course that was something for a different session, or even to check on when/if Ambrosia met Red. In any case, some mutants got hit so hard that their bodies rejected the changes temporarily, but that was the best case scenario when it came to what Ambrosia was thinking about.

In some very rare cases, the worst option really, and one that had little to do with her worry, was when mutations came during puberty, like with Finnal and his cousin apparently. It was not common, but changes could happen not within the womb, or after birth, but up to a decade after being born. It may sound cruel and all to just let mutations happen to a defenceless newborn, but at that point the worst that usually happened was discomfort or pain for the baby. In the true worst case scenario, one that was one in a billion chance, the child would need surgery and there had been a single case recorded where it mentioned any kind of bad end. Still, that was usually relatively simple and, if it wasn't, any damage was easily remedied with modern medicine and some time.

Ambrosia frowned as she played with the pill bottle at her side. She, like many others, liked BIG things, and while creating the original recipe she had found out it was relatively easy to 'add' things, or size, to a body. Take it away? Like she tried with the chance of mutation? That was hard or borderline impossible. Such was life. Of course, and very obviously here, the problem was how the brain rejected certain things. From what Finnal had told her, both he and his cousin would prefer to just have certain things gone, but that wasn't a possible outcome unless she found a miracle, and she was sure that it could not be done.

If these new pills helped, then she could have fun and do something relatively nice for people. It wasn't that Ambrosia was for or against helping, it was more that she was a pragmatists that knew what she wanted. Being good and nice in some areas left you with a good feeling and usually meant you weren't going to get dicked over doing something. Simply put: Being nice had perks, and Ambrosia was onboard with taking it for all it was worth.

“Let's say I can help you." Ambrosia began, uncapping the bottle. “Do you think you WANT to change how you are, as small a change as it may be?"

Finnal looked back at Ambrosia and, much to her surprise, Finnal's eyes were sparkling. “I would do ANYTHING to feel better, ma'am."

“No ma'am business here." Ambrosia picked up one of her pills and handed it to the awaiting Finnal. “I gave you the two ways you can call me, use them. As for 'anything'... well. That pill there? It helps me suggest you."

Finnal tilted his head after looking at the crystal clear little pill. “Suggest?"

“As in 'suggestion', a 'trance', if it works as intended." Ambrosia explained as she stood in front of Finnal. “I can implant ideas, ask questions and the like. Likely things you'd be willing to try, do or feel, but there's a chance they could change you far more than expected." And Ambrosia did hope this work as intended this time. There was also the fact that Finnal seemed more than eager for this to work. “Of course, if you don't want to take the risk…

“I'll do it, I don't care!" Finnal nearly screamed as he took the pill into his mouth and gulped it down. “I just want to…!" And then his eyes glazed over and stayed still.

Ambrosia was… astonished, maybe? She wasn't sure what had happened, but she had an easy way to find out.

Quickly and without missing a beat Ambrosia went to the desk and brought up the keyboard within. As the holographic screen was brought up Ambrosia already keyed the command to scan Finnal's body. She wasn't sure if something had gone wrong or what, and she needed to make su… Oh. That was interesting.

Apparently the chemicals HAD worked as intended, more or less. Ambrosia could see certain hormonal changes, similar to what had happened to her colleagues, only Finnal was apparently in a very much literal trance and incapable of showing the effects on his body. A quick glance and Ambrosia saw the poor boi's cock hardening under his now very tight pants, and the huge nipples of his breasts growing to stupid, round proportions.

But that was secondary. Apparently something in his body reacted strongly towards the compound as it was, and had tuned his full consciousness out, at least partially. Thankfully for everyone involved, the effect looked to be short lived. The computer calculated around two to six minutes' duration at best, though it warned that a quick simulation showed regular use could make the effect stronger.

Well, a few minutes wasn't enough, not nearly enough at any rate. So to begin with, why not a test, as it were?

Ambrosia looked at the poor bee and spoke up. “Finnal."

“Yes…?"

His voice was calm, neutral, maybe even tired. It was as if he was drugged out of his mind or something. Ambrosia frowned. She was no fan of recreational substances. Bad past experiences. She only hopped the boi wouldn't get hooked or something.

But that was why testing existed.

“Finnal, could you please take another two pills?" Ambrosia asked with a half hearted smile.

“Of course, miss Ambrosia." Finnal got up from his seat and approached the desk as if nothing was happened. His movements were a bit robotic, yes, but he went for it, took a couple more pills and put them in his mouth. A quick chew, a gulp, and it was done. “Done."

Ambrosia kept looking at the scan. It wasn't exactly the best one, considering it was likely a room wide, general scanning device, but it was good enough to suggest the increase dosage was more or less cumulative. Instead of 6 to 18 minutes, the added chemicals had given Ambrosia close to 15 minutes to half an hour, likely more. She hoped it would not have secondary effects, but on the other hand it DID work as a good enough testbed for multiple doses.

So, just in case, she allowed a recorder on the holographic computer to record what was going to happen now. Closed circuit of course: It was to put out a disk with the information and erase it afterwards. Better keep in mind what Lara and her sisters had said.

Oh, and an alarm. Yes, that would come in handy if the timer ran out. She was not going to trust a generic scanner with this, so a minute or so of difference with the rough basic estimation should be plenty of warning.

“Good." She got up and approached the bed where Finnal had been. “Why don't you come here again? Sit down." And just like that, and with only a 'Yes, miss', Finnal plopped his very ample buttcheeks on the chair. “Now… Why don't you tell me what is your problem? Don't be shy."

“I hate these." Finnal's neutral voice became more heated as he grabbed his stupidly big (For his size) breasts. His otherwise neutral expression, maybe even happy as he became entranced, turned angry. “They hurt when they grew. My hips were crushed. My ass expanded, and my legs got chubbier."

Ambrosia nodded. “As you said, these changes took place when you became a teenager. How did it make you feel?"

“It was horrible." Finnal looked quite ready to cry to be honest. “I was never a very strong guy, but my family had hoped that I'd grow up like Red. Then we got hit together. My aunt even thinks it was MY fault because I looked like I would change and somehow got Red involved."

Ambrosia may not have had the most noble of intentions at heart, but seeing Finnal as he was, she placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. It was obvious that THIS in particular was one of the things that got Finnal to be as he was today.

“It wasn't your fault." Ambrosia started as gently as she could. As much as she wanted to do more… fun things with the bee, she also needed, and wanted, to make this work. After all, it was in her contract. Fun would come later. “These changes are simple biological mutations and chemical imbalances generated thanks to plasma radiation exposure. You know this. Your aunt knows this. There should be no gilt on your conscience."

Finnal seemed to wiggle a bit, his face uncomfortable. “But…"

“Finnal." The bee boi stood ramrod straight. “You shall feel no guilt over your, or your cousin's, change. It was not your fault. You cannot control how mutations will affect you and you shall allow such guilt on your mind no longer."

It took a moment, maybe a full blown minute, but slowly Finnal's mouth went from sad and grumpy to a more neutral, but still unhappy state. It was a change if nothing else, and as soon as Finnal spoke Ambrosia could see it had worked.

“Yes… you are right." Finnal's voice didn't seem any more lively, but at least he sounded less down. “It was not my fault… My aunt is just… overprotective. Red doesn't like when I am sad. He doesn't think I was the cause."

Ambrosia let out a more genuine smile. “Good. See? Do you feel better?"

This time Finnal did smile, if only a little. “Yes. I feel better."

“Good, good… But you dislike your body you said?" She went on, gauging on the bee's reaction.

And again Finnal frowned, though far less now. “I hated it." He admitted. “But over time I… grew to like it… Still… It reminds me of how I failed. I shouldn't be this way."

Ambrosia frowned as she tried to piece that togueter. She knew why Finnal felt he failed, after all, he was the latest in a line of bois that had been expected to be full fledged males. But what did he like then?

“What do you like about your body changing?" Ambrosia gave Finnal's shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“My hair." Finnal turned a bit flustered, shy even, as one hand went for his long, luscious hair. “So long, so pretty… male insectoids don't have it most of the time. I was bald until the change. I like my golden hair…"

Ambrosia snickered. “Hey, it is nice hair. I would've loved to have some nice color. Instead I just grew up as a boring black girl. Hell, even dying it goes back to normal faster than usual."

After all, Ambrosia DID have a few mutations. Most people had tattoos, special haircuts or what have you. Ambrosia's body was hardcoded to be as it was. Even if she didn't train she would still be fit. Her skin erased any kind of tattoo or modification and she healed so fast her metabolism was simply in hyperdrive at all times.

She herself hated that about her body. It made her feel that she didn't deserve it. That is why she became a bit of a health nut over time. It was not a notable mutation, at least when compared to others, but it was there.

Ambrosia shook her own self reflection away. “But what else do you like about your body then?"

“I…" Finnal's blush just grew. “I dunno… I just… like to attract attention." He admitted finally. “I wasn't… interesting, before… Red hates it though. I feel bad about it, but…"

“Hey, you are very pretty." Ambrosia was quite sincere with those words. “You are a ball of cute and sexy rolled together. I am sure your cousin is just the same, and he'd love to feel just like you with some help."

Finnal's blush all but covered his cheeks completely at this point. “Maybe. I love being pretty and having eyes on me. But it still makes me remember just how disappointed everyone was when I began changing."

“But it wasn't your fault." Ambrosia pointed out as she waved a finger in front of Finnal. “You changed, and that was it. It hurt, it felt bad, but now you are happy with how you are, at least deep down, aren't you?"

Finnal nodded, his blush quickly diminishing. “I like it, but it shouldn't be."

“Maybe, but it is, and there is nothing wrong about it." Ambrosia lifted the bee's chin gently. “So tell me. Is it only because of the attention? Or do you like it for other reasons?"

“I like big girls." And there it was the blush once more. “I like girls with big breasts, I like tall girls, and I like them BIG down there."

Ah, yes, that. It was far more common for mutants to like other mutants, and that also came with the sexes. Technically five different genders (A 'neutral' wasn't truly a gender all on itself, mostly because of the negative effects if the body was left as it was), as the chromosomes were a bit different nowadays, and the radiation had somehow borked things up to ensure people were compatible no matter what, yet it had produced this strange secondary side effect.

Shemales, herms and bustybois liked each other usually far more than they liked the normal woman or male. Why? There were many theories, but as you can imagine no one was completely sure. Still, it was what it was, and usually it hurt no one. It did, however, get people in many kinky situations. Why, the many adventures Ambrosia had before the little debacle were as raunchy, if not more, than the little event that got her kicked out.

And she was hungry for more. “Oh? You get to have a lot of fun?"

Finnal responded in a different way than expected. He looked shy, maybe even a bit pissed if not downright angry as Ambrosia made that question.

“I… sometimes. But I don't like it." He stated with a grumble. “I like 'girls'." And by how Finnal said it, he meant the intersexed variety. “But not normal girls. My parents don't know about it, and I am worried of what could happen if they did…"

Ambrosia smiled. It was time to have some fun. It was clear Finnal wasn't happy with what came naturally, so she would 'help him' come to terms with it.

And what did she do to start this little scene off?

She dropped her pants and flopped her cock out for Finnal to see.

Finnal, of course, in his easily influenced and trance like status, said nothing. He was as he was to be influenced and, of course, he didn't react… much. He turned red a whole lot though, a cute little reaction in Ambrosia's opinion, and that his tits bounced, huge nipples trying to tear through his shirt, with Finnal's own cock wishing to rip those pants asunder, told her all she needed.

“Do you like girl cock, Finnal?" Ambrosia purred, her own need far too great to contain. Humanity's libido had grown over the millenia thanks to the mutations, one of the many reasons that sex was largely non taboo anymore. “Do you want to have it more regularly? Do you want to feel good when you do? To not feel any guilt?"

At first there was no reaction, but being as close as she was, and as tall as she was compared to Finnal's position and height of the bed, it was almost obscene how perfectly her cock base aligned with the bee's face. It would've made her laugh, if Finnal's reaction didn't catch her by surprise.

He all but embraced her midsection. Finnal's face and smooth chitin rubbed up and down against the base of her largely flaccid shaft, though the contact was making it rise quite quickly.

“I want to have fun." Finnal spoke after all. Ambrosia thought he'd start to suck her off or something with how fervent his nuzzling was. “I want the looks to stop. I want to just enjoy myself… But I can't. Everyone judges me…"

Ambrosia did feel a bit bad for this, but she had her own plans, and emotions didn't mix well with her experiments. Still, she COULD help him AND prove Lara that things were going well enough.

“Then do it with me." Ambrosia all but purred as she lifted the short bee's chin up once more. “Let's have fun now. Let's do it whenever you want. I won't judge you and it is nobody's business if you want to get it on with me. If they have a problem, then they will either wish the best for you, or will shut up. If they do otherwise they do not care about you, do they?"

And this was the point where Ambrosia found a first true breakthrough with her creation.

It could fail.

Safe it was, yes, but it wasn't perfect. Far from it in fact. She had seen Finnal reacting… slow, maybe? Reticent, she supposed. Ambrosia had made notes in her head, and she guessed that she had pushed too far. But no, it was probably just bordering the line. NOW she had pushed too far.

Finnal was… blank. His eyes looked not glassed over, but more like he wasn't there. He still breathed and hugged at her, his head even stayed put when she moved her hand away. But he had returned to a trance state, unable, or maybe even unwilling, to react.

She had pressed too much, and Ambrosia knew it had to do with his family.

So, easy fix in a sense, and simple test. Omit the family bit. No matter how strong her medicine was, it was likely impossible to truly make someone do whatever they didn't want to do, and Finnal DID love his family despite the grief they were causing him.

“Finnal." Ambrosia hoped that the poor bee had 'ressetted' to just the previous interaction. “Do you want sex, with me? Do you want to have fun, with no judgment attached? Do you want just to feel good? No one will know unless you tell, and no one will look at you weird. Just… enjoy it."

Ambrosia was not focused on the mind in any of her studies. Biology and chemistry? Yes, very much so, but she was not a master manipulator or orator. She wasn't just plain uncharismatic, mind, but she got the things she wanted not through charisma, but through effort.

So it was a welcome change when Finnal's eyes turned a bit more clear and he nodded with a smile. At least she hadn't completely messed up.

“Yes." Finnal finally spoke up. “I want to have sex. I want to feel full again…"

Ambrosia frowned. “How long since you had fun last?"

For a second it looked like Finnal was going to go back into stillness, but he did answer, albeit with reticence. “Six months."

Well, that made Ambrosia go hard. And if you ask why, here is the answer: Modern human bodies were so far removed from the original that even 'vanilla' humans were, strictly speaking, no longer 'human'. They were VERY quick to heal and STUPIDLY stretchy. If you wanted to fit your whole arm down your friend's ass you could, and they would likely just feel good about it.

And that was just a normal person. The most extreme mutations took that as foreplay considering the more mutations you had the higher the libido you were going to suffer from and, thus, the more 'malleable' your body would be.

This also meant that, stretchy or not, a few weeks after your last session and even the most trained hole would quickly heal. Six months, like Finnal, and it would be virgin tight while still craving some action. Or, in other words: It was going to suck Ambrosia in while smothering her every inch of the way.

But just as the fantasy was getting Ambrosia hard as ferrocrete, her dreams got crushed.

*BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!*

Tens of thousands of years in the future and the basic clock alarm still was pure unadulterated shit. Worse yet, the computer had actually failed.

Finnal's eyes were perfectly normal once more.

Of course.

“Fuck my life…" Ambrosia grumbled to herself as Finnal, very slowly and deliberately, pushed away. “I… suppose I am lucky if you don't cut my balls off?"

Finnal gave Ambrosia a neutral look, made to get up, but instead stood on the beed. Ambrosia was going to ask what was going on, but as soon as she blinked she found a shirt falling on top of her face, and a second *fwomp* came down on her as the pants followed that poor, discarded shirt.

It was no surprise to find Finnal on the nude the moment Ambrosia could see again.

“I told to call me Finny." Finnal groused as he took his shorts off.

The large, black chitin member with honey colored cockhead flew freely. For his size it was HUGE at nearly fourteen inches, with balls almost as big as Finnal's breasts. If Ambrosia had thought she couldn't be harder this proved her wrong.

“Wait… wha…?"

“Call me FINNY." Finnal grumbled as he lifted that nice abdomen of his, only to show his smoot, huge ass… and the butt plug that he had stuck inside. “And… and take care when you pull it out."

Ambrosia was no stranger to surprise sex and the like, but this situation, once the effects of the pills just went out the window, had ended up going somewhere she didn't expect. Still, she was not going to pass such an opportunity if she could help it.

Finnal, though, took her hesitation for doubt as he pushed his ass backwards. “Look… Whatever you did, I feel fuzzy, you know? It is not 'all there'. It was like if I was dreaming or something." And by the throb of his cock, and the precum he was leaking already, it had been a 'good' dream. “But I don't care!" His half scream half screech made Ambrosia jump in surprise. “It has been YEARS since I felt calm! I am not sure what you were trying to do for real, or why you got me this horny, but for once I don't feel shame just because I want to get stuffed."

If Finnal had been looking back he'd seen Ambrosia's smile. Or that shark like face that it had turned out to be as soon as Finnal ended his little tirade.

Admittedly, he was likely busy tensing up as soon as Ambrosia grabbed the buttplug's base.

“This makes me wonder." Ambrosia's voice had turned into a husky purr. “Did I need to do anything for you to admit all of this?"

That little buttplug was just as amussing to Ambrosia as Finnals' shivering. The base section was, of course, shaped like a honeycomb, and it was colored like a bee's abdomen with bands of yellow and black. Hell, the base was basically an artificial jewel colored like honey. Either Finnal liked the theme a lot, or he was just had more in mind.

Speaking of. Ambrosia couldn't help but tease.

“Do you want to be a little queen bee pheraps?" She chortled.

Finnal tensed up.

“..."

Had he said something?

“Come again?" Ambrosia got even closer, her shaft rubbing against Finnal's ample bottom as she did so. “I didn't hear youuuu…"

Rotating the plug as Finnal tried to hold his breath was helping Ambrosia with her little game. She was a very domineering woman and, by default, she loved those that were submissive, or just plain subservient. Despite how strong a will Finnal could show when horny and willing enough, the fact that he was so eager to get bent over and filled up just tickled Ambrosia's fancy.

It had been so long since she had found someone she wanted so much to claim as her little playmate that she was thirsty beyond measure.

“Yes…" And Finnal, red as he was, seemed by FAR too eager to play along. “I want… I want to be a queen bee…"

“Oh?" Ambrosia put on a singsong voice. “Loudeeeeer…"

“I want to be a queen bee!"

“Better."

*PLOP*

Finnal said to take care, but that wasn't what he had wanted, eh?

A hard yank and the plug, a sturdy and knotted thing full of bumps and ridges, came out. Finnal's rear, pinkish and gaping on the inside, if for a moment, closed with a wet, slurping sound, but not before Ambrosia could feel just how wet and lubricated it was. Bustybois did get natural lubrication after all… and they became stupidly sensitive all over their sexual organs.

“OH FUUUUU-!"

As Finnal demonstrated as he shivered in pleasure, a spasm or two racking his body as the orgasm hit him out of nowhere. His cock throbbed and his got ready to churn so much cum that Ambrosia was almost entranced on the poor bee's moment of need. When it finally came, and boy did it ever, Ambrosia could do nothing but look in wonder.

Awkward and humiliating it may have been for Finnal, but the scream of pleasure that he let out would've told you otherwise. As his cock throbbed one last time, Finnal fired large streams of creamy, honey colored goo, quite literally massive cumshots for someone his size, fitting of his overall nature. It was both arousing and slightly disturbing to see his front body coated in the glistening stuff, as well as Finnal's loling mouth as he slowly fell forward, needing to use his own tits to support his weight as his arms gave up. With the room's bed messed up, all it managed to do was smear the thing even more all over Finnal's body and the bed itself which, as the orgasm continued, only meant Finnal was slowly falling forward as his breasts lost grip and he slid.

So, orgasm still brutalizing her poor lay, Ambrosia put a stop to his unwanted movement. She grabbed his hips, slapped his ass, made Finnal yelp in pleasure as another shot of cum messed up his chest, and then pushed her own cock against that ass that was all but begging for cock.

“W-wait! I-aah-am not done!"

“And I haven't even begun."

Finnal looked back and shook his head. He was red, flustered, out of breath and probably about to lose his mind if he got any more pleasure in. It was clear he had bitten more than he could chew.

Ambrosia was ready, smiling like a shark and nodding like a madman. She was horny, had dreamed of marking someone this willing since she hit her teenage years, and her cock was hungry for that ass.

So, as she took a firmer grip-!

*SLAM!*

“Ambrosia, we have a problem!"

“MOTHERFUCKER!"

Ambrosia turned, hate clear in her face, towards Lara and her sisters. Lara, however, had worry all over her face, enough to make the irate woman and the confused bee pause.

“Wha-."

“An inspector named Collien has decided to make a 'surprise' visit to the clinic." Shara's voice made Ambrosia turn as pale as she could and, scarily enough, it was a lot. “You have five minutes to get everything in order and go through the back door."

As Ambrosia, without a word, began to gather her clothes with the obvious intent to leave, Finnal, still out of breath and clearly as horny as his would be partner, managed to turn around, sit down and ask.

“W-what is happening?"

Ambrosia didn't stop, but Lara approached the comparatively diminute man. “A woman that has reasons to shut down this project is coming over. Someone must have told her about Ambrosia being hired."

Finnal opened his mouth, then shut down for a second. Wonder and curiosity won over. “Why?"

“My first attempt with what we are testing was… dangerous." Ambrosia was doing her best to fit her hard cock down her pants. Even with very stretchy clothes it was as hard as you'd imagine, and the face of pain she sported was a clear indication of how angry, pained (and horny) she was. “Collien was one of the many that did their best to shot me down, and she is one of those persons that rides into success by leaving a trail of destroyed careers." Finally she managed to get herself 'comfortably' within her clothes. “That I have found work again is a blow to her ego, and she won't mind screwing not only with me, but with whoever employs me and any possible helpers."

The poor bee tilted his head. “Helpers?"

“You'd be a casualty as a willing test subject, yes."

Ambrosia's cold and very matter of fact tone made Finnal gulp. All excitement was just gone from his face and body at this point.

Ambrosia then turned to Lara. “The bitch will be here for long?"

“I gather she'll stay for a day or two." Lara sighed, her sisters looking at each other, unwilling to speak, but each sporting a different emotion. Worry, anger. Lara just looked tired and stressed. This was, in a sense, Ambrosia's first day, and her first test. This didn't bode well for the clinic. “I would like to ask you to remain in your home until we are confident she is gone…"

“She'll be back." Was all Ambrosia said after nodding. At her boss' face, she let out an exasperated breath. “She did the same to some of my colleagues. She'll be back if she doesn't find me. It may take her weeks, it may take her more, or she may even send some of the others she roped into helping her bring me down. It is what she does. Collien is petty like that."

Mara let out a growl. “We could arrange an accident for her...“

At least that made Lara and Ambrosia both chuckle. “I don't doubt it, but that would only screw us over even more." Taking a deep breath to try and calm her frustrated and needy state, Ambrosia turned to face her ALMOST conquest. “Sorry about this."

“I… uh… suppose it is not the worst." Finnal tried to give an reassuring smile, but it came out awkward. “Could… could we meet again, though?"

The question made Ambrosia glance at Lara. For all she knew this single test was a one time thing before expanding the number of patients.

“The next visit is scheduled a week from now." Lara assured Ambrosia. “It would be sooner, but this surprise visit has made me realize just how open we are." She took a glance at one of her arms. “And out of time too. We'll prepare better for next week. In the meantime it would be nice if you managed to find more stable pills with that mix of yours. The more you find out, the less likely we are to be shut down by someone like that Collien."

With at least something to do, and Collien NOT on her ass (yet), Ambrosia turned to give Finnal a smile. “Give my boss your phone and I'll give you a call once that bitch is gone, okay? I'll make it up to you."

Finnal gave a little smile and nodded, but Ambrosia could see him sweat like a pig. Growing horny, then not getting release, was a very unhealthy thing for anyone. The body did not react well AT ALL. At least she was sure that Finnal would go crawling for her cock next time they meet, if he didn't beg a random person for a fuck.

“Shit!" Mara scared everyone as she controlled Lara's previously used arm. “Collien is here! Run motherfucker, run!"

And with such an undignified end for the day, made worse by a horny Ambrosia running away from such a promising encounter, the first test of this new pill came to an end.

[b]***End CHP 2 ***[/b]

Well, shit, eh?

First of all, sorry. I had hoped to finish this nearly a week ago now, but some shit happened, I found myself delayed, then I had ideas to push the story along with a different development and… Well, this happened. Bit more plot, some teasing and no sex.

Eh, I think it went okay, considering the ideas I have for the next two chapters.

I had wanted to show Ambrosia had, for all intents and purposes, fucked up. I don't want her to just have the best thing to do whatever she wants right from the beginning. Even in porn having an OP character can (and will) get boring. It also helped me bring out the fact that after two years sitting on her thumbs (Not of her own volition) Ambrosia has gotten a bit rusty… And even then she still has someone stalking her ass to ensure she is kept down.

Even in the distant future Karens exist.

Anyway. Next chapter WILL have some nice fuckity fuck, because I do want to make Finny grow with a belly full of cum. That, and I want the bee boi to ask Ambrosia for a favor which she'll be force to accept so I can show a little kink of mine the chapter after that one.

On that note, if you guys do not want to submit/create a full character, but instead want to see a specific species/mutation, do suggest them. Want a specific anthro? Ask. Want a robot/aeromorph (metal skin), a slime (latex skin), or even a plant/fruit girl? Can be done. Want a taur, a naga, tentacles, snake cock, a mouth in that cock, on the sheat, lipples or what have you? So long as it is not vore, absorption, scat, watersports, etc, we can talk. That includes, like Lara, conjoinment (Only at birth. No people merge themselves in this universes. The natural mutations are fucky enough).

So with that said, take care people. See you soon. Either in this story or, if I decide to start something else, in the next.