From: nostrumo@nienor.IN-Berlin.DE (Nostrumo)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.tg
Subject: TG: The Genome Experiments by Lady Death 
Date: 6 Nov 1996 20:45:54 GMT

			The Genome Experiments
				  by
			      Lady Death
			       Part One

	The year is 1998, the U.N. peacekeeping force is in the middle
of an undeclared war. It has failed to stop that war utterly. It's not
that they're getting slaughtered, but that they've failed to
accomplish anything of importance in this situation. Therefore the
U.S. military in a desperate effort to appease the public has secretly
thrown the Geneva Convention to the wind and has begun an unparalleled
research project into viral and bacterial warfare. Today's technology
is horrifying compared to that during the original treaty; therefore,
they've reorganized the goals. No longer would they try to kill men,
but they would pacify them. Make them willing and obedient slaves,
even idiots, or worse. This is the story of but a few of their
exploits.

	Meet David Silver. Average guy in an average world. The only
anomaly in his life was his total lack of family. At 37, he had no
wife and no children. Just an average job (he telecommutes) with an
average company. It's a shame, but his life is about to take a series
of very unaverage turns.

	The shrill ring of a telephone disturbs the blissful silence
of a small study somewhere in the U.S.

	"This is David."

	"Hi Dave. It's Nick, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you
to come in today. There have been some changes and we need to talk."

	"Uh huh. When?"

	"Better make it about 4 this afternoon if you can."

	"O.K. Seeya then."

	*click*

	"Oh God." David mutters to no one in particular. "The last
time this happened, was right before a big lay off. Maybe my luck has
finally run out." The rest of the morning and afternoon pass with
virtually unbearable slowness.

				* * *

	"David. I'm sorry about having to meet with you like this. As
you've probably guessed this isn't the best news in the world that
I've got for you."

	"That's O.K. Nick. I know that you've done everything you can
for me. So, what is the final word this time? Is my presence no
longer required?"

	"Well, frankly Dave, you're right. I hate to be blunt about
it, but honesty being the best policy and all... However, If you're
willing to move I know of a job that you're just perfect for."

	"Do tell."

				* * *

	(A little over a month passes)

	"Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to take this opportunity to
introduce, David Silver the newest member of our team. He will be
replacing Sam as the Director of Information Services. I'm sure you
will all find his knowledge of computers and data structuring to be
quite useful. Let's all make him feel welcome and wanted while he
gets up to speed on our equipment. Dave, would you care to make any
comments at this time?"

	"Thanks Bob. I'll keep this brief, I know how you research
guys hate meetings. So here it is in the nut shell: Thank you for
trusting me with your livelihood. I will do everything within my power
and beyond my knowledge to ensure that your network and research run
as smoothly as possible. I truly look forward to working with the
state-of-the-art system you have here."

	(minor applause)

	Bob returns to the podium, "Well everybody, let's get back to
it!"

				* * *

	(A few months pass)

	"Dave, I've got something very important to tell you."

	"O.K. Bob. What is it?"

	"Well, I've got to have you sign these papers. We're being
contracted to do some high level military work and all employees must
agree to have a full background check run and to a fairly strict
confidentiality policy. It's all here in this packet.

	"Hmm. I see."

	"It's worse than that. If you don't sign it, we will have to
replace you. This contract is for several hundred million dollars. You
know we can't turn something like that down. Think of what it will
mean!"

	"Tell ya what. Let me read over all the policies and I'll give
you my decision tomorrow. Is that fair enough?"

	"More than fair. I appreciate you considering this and for
being so good about it."

				* * *

	That evening David spends pouring over the reams of paper that
comprise the new policy. Eventually, he retires to his bedroom still
pondering his decision.

	"Is all this stress of secrecy really worth it? Can they
really expect me to avoid all R&D documents? I'm mean, I'm bound to
read some of them, just by accident. I can see that already. Surely
they know that it's part of my job. I'm supposed to be trusted on such
things aren't I? Ah well. And what is this about the medical release?
Am I placing myself in physical danger just by working here? Is it
worth it? Is it worth it?... "

				* * *

	"O.K. Bob. I'll stay, but only a few conditions. First, You
must realize this it would be impossible for me to do my job and
totally remove the possibility of involving myself in the R&D
department; therefore, according to Section 102, I'll have to be set
for a higher level of clearance. Secondly, I will not submit to having
video surveillance of my household. You can put as many cameras as
you'd like around my desk at work, even tap that phone, but my privacy
at home sacrosanct."

	"I see. Anything else?"

	"Yes as a matter of fact there is. Simply for the headache of
dealing with this, I want a 15% raise. Effective immediately."

	"Well, the raise is no problem. Not with this contract coming
through. The Security level is not out of the question, we'll get the
paper work started on that. As for your house? Well, honestly, I don't
know that I can prevent that. I'll do everything I can to stop it,
that's the best I can offer there."

				* * *

	"Here are the facts, Dave. You've got the security clearance,
provided you agree to the information in this guidebook. Gah. I hate
all this red tape, but that's how government work is you know? Anyway,
they say they'll ditch the cameras from our homes unless one of us
becomes suspect of leaking information. So we've got that as well."

	"I'll need some ti... "

	"Sorry Dave. I have to have an answer by 2 today. Please read
over this quickly and get back to me. Apparently this is a very rush-
rush situation and we're their best candidate for getting it done
quickly."

	"Yeah, O.K. I'll call you in an hour or so." "Goddamn
legalese. " Dave thinks. "I really hate lawyers. This shit is pretty
strict, but with the raise and the lighter 'on the job' restrictions
things should be bearable till this blows over. Still we've got a 20
year vow of silence on the matter here. Not even family. As if." Dave
punches up Bob's extension, "Hi Bob. Yeah, I'll sign the agreements."
"That's great Dave, absolutely wonderful. I'll see you in a few
minutes."

				* * *

	"Well, the past few months have been pretty hectic, but I must
say, it was fun watching all that new equipment roll in. Whatever it
is those guys in R&D are working on it must be one hell of a doozie.
I'll probably get axed for this, but I've just gotta know... " Dave's
daydream is cut short as the file server bleeps annoyingly signaling a
problem with the backup.

	"Goddamn Arcserve. What a total piece of shit. Hey! That's an
idea. I know how I can get at the information without getting busted.
I'll pose as backup and secretly dump the files to two tape devices at
once, I can do that now with the new striping drive we have. And then
we smuggle the tapes past that big ugly red eye there and we're off to
the house and some serious curiosity satiation."

				* * *

	"It's fun being the god of all things computer sometimes, ya
know?" Dave snickers conspiratorially to his cat, Pounce. "In just a
few short minutes I'll know what all this shit is about. Won't that be
interesting?"

	*BEEEEEP* Backup restoration of Volume Genome Complete.

	"Heh. I win. Now let's see what all this is about... "

	Several hours of intense reading and searching pass as David
tries to absorb everything he's just placed onto his computer. Slowly
David wakes from his trance and shivers. "My God. I just can't believe
this. It's like they've thrown all the rules away. I knew this was
military, but chemical warfare has been banned by the entire civilized
world! This is totally insane."

				* * *

	But big brother is watching. Big brother is monitoring his
computer at home. Big brother is everywhere on this one. Because this
time the U.S. is breaking the Law big time and it wants to make damn
sure it doesn't get caught and David is going to be the first of many
innocents sacrificed to the machine.

				* * *

	"David Silver?" asks the man wearing the ominous black shades,
at night no less.

	"Um."

	"You know why we're here. Come with us now please. And please
understand, you are not in any danger from us, we merely wish to take
you to the proper authorities who can possibly put to rest some of
your fears or at least try to."

	David stands in the doorway in stunned silence. It had only
taken them 5 hours to discover what he had done. A mere 5 hours. David
is paralyzed with fear.

	"Sir?" asks the man in the shades, while gesturing towards a
dark blue sedan.

				* * *

	"Hi David. You don't know me, so please sit and allow me to
introduce myself. My name is Doctor Nicole Broughter. I am the liaison
between the intelligence office and the military for the project that
your company has been working on."

	"Under other circumstances I'm certain I would be quite
pleased with making your acquaintance." Dave somehow manages to
smoothly toss out. "She's pretty good looking too" Dave's
subconscious chimes in.

	"Indeed. It is a shame. It seems that your company has burned
down due to a strange chemical reaction and poor response from the
emergency teams. It no longer even exists."

	"You BITCH! How could you kill all those people?!?"

	"Kill? Who said anything about killing anyone? We've merely
taken over. All the important information and all the personnel have
been moved to an underground sight where they will continue their
work. No one was actually hurt although it will be reported that
everyone directly involved in the project, including yourself, was
killed in the initial explosion."

	"My god. You can do that?"

	"And more David. And much more. Which brings us back to you.
You realize that you are the cause of all this don't you? That all the
man power and monetary costs of this move are your fault? Just what
are we supposed to do with you?"

	Silence fills the room as David's confusion and fear overwhelm
him.

	"You have already signed your life away to us David. You're
legally dead. I can do anything I want to you. However, I abhor
killing so you can relax a bit. I also can't send you off to another
project as you've already proven yourself to be a potential
information leak. Therefore, I've decided to keep you on this
project. But you will no longer be the Director of Information
Services. Oh no. It's much more appropriate. You're going to be part
of the human testing program. They're already testing it on monkeys
you know. It probably will only be a matter of weeks before human
testing begins."

				* * *

	The cell is small, but adequately furnished. There are three
well rounded meals served per day and a modicum of exercise and
entertainment, but life is boring.

	"I guess I was expecting torture of a different nature" David
muses. "But this. Sheesh. This is just plain annoying."

	Life is simply a forced day to day existence with little or no
variations. One day fades into another and all too soon David has lost
track of how long he has been held captive.

				* * *

	"Good morning David!" an all to cheery Dr. Broughter chimes
in. "Feeling cooperative today?"

	"Like it matters, right?" David sneers. "But anyway, what
brings you around? Must be 'my time' huh?"

	"Oh, dear. We simply must do something about that attitude. It
is really starting to annoy me. But to answer your question, no. It is
not 'your time'. Not yet anyway. Today we're going to take a bit of a
tour. You should feel honored, honestly. I've held them back from
using you as a guinea pig. I want the process perfected before
dispensing pay back for all the work you made me do."

	"Joy."

	"Lilly. Make a note, add an appropriate attitude adjustment
routine to the process we're working on for dear David here. Oh yes,
make sure it also contains an exceptionally strong 'will for life.' We
wouldn't want our prize to damage himself now would we?" A heavy sigh
interrupts Dr. Broughter from somewhere in the region of David's cell.
"O.K. David. Are you going to behave? If you do, we'll go
'walkie's'."

	"I'm not your pet. I'm a human being, you fucking bitch."

	"Wanna bet? Anyway. I'll come back some other time when you're
a bit more curious. I was going to show you some of the 'earlies', but
if you don't want to know. Well, I guess it will just be a surprise
then won't it? Bye!"

	One last quietly mumbled, "shit" comes from the cell as the
good doctor's heels click down the hall.

				* * *

	A large guard-like figure enters a well furnished office. "Yes
ma'am. He's been on the Thorazine derivative for a bit now. He'll be
very cooperative."

	"Good. Just remember, that he can not be under the influence
of anything when we start the program. Make sure that little twit van
Moors understands that!"

	"Yes ma'am!" the man replies with a quick salute.

	"O.K. Let's go give our friend David his long awaited tour."

				* * *

	"Hello David. Feeling a bit better today are we?"

	"Oh yeah. You betcha. Uh huh. Never been better."

	"O.K. Well, now it's time for that tour I promised you. We'll
start out in the primate area and progress from their as sobriety
catches up with. Shall we?"

	"Grrreat."

	"Most of the initial testing we did on the chimps led to
death. It took quite awhile to develop a process that was both slow
enough to work and fast enough to change a body so that it retains its
cohesiveness. Well, maybe that's not the best way of putting it.
Functionality. That's a bit closer. Anyway, what happened initially
was well, the poor intestines were no longer compatible with this, or
the blood lost all its iron. Ugly things. But enough of past failures.
Let's look at some of the first successes. Here, look in there."

	Inside the room was a scene full of horrors that would have
had the animal rights activists storming the White House. Everything
imaginable had been done to the poor animals. Deformities were quite
commonplace. Some were missing limbs, others just didn't quite 'look
right.' But there was something that David just couldn't quite nail
down. Something slightly amiss.

	"Seen enough? It's really rather boring. The lower levels are
much more entertaining. I may even let you interact with one or two of
them."

	A quickly sobering David can do nothing but stare into the
chamber of abuse, until the burly man pushes him away and the long
walk through the maze-like corridors begins anew.

				* * *

	"O.K. David. I want you to take a look in this room. This is
Nathan. He's probably one of greatest successes. I'm afraid I can't
let you talk with him, not yet anyway, but look nonetheless.

	Inside was a cell very much like David's own. A well groomed,
but rough looking individual was sitting on the bed. He was simply
sitting there. Staring at the wall, smiling.

	"What did you do to him?" David queried feeling increasingly
uneasy.

	"Nathan was a mass murder. Double Y chromosome. The whole bit.
He killed 27 people, but now, well, he probably couldn't bring himself
to swat a fly. We re-engineered him. He's now a normal XY chromosome
with an almost non-existent testosterone level. His adrenal gland is
also a bit weak. He simply has no more aggression. Fantastic isn't
it?"

	David begins to shiver. "This is terrifying. What else can
they do?" he thinks.

	"We discovered a bit later that we'd messed up a few
combinations in his formulae, he's basically about as smart as a 5
year old. So the non-aggression formulae still needs some work, but a
few of the others, well, they can only be seen. We don't want a nation
of morons, although that could have its uses. We just want to be able
to control them. Ready to see some of the advanced work?"

	"The chimps!" David remembers, "There were more than just
chimps, a few larger apes, maybe even a gorilla. And they were all
coexisting. Holy shit. They're definitely further along than she's
letting on."

				* * *

	A loud retching sound fills the hallway.

	"David! I thought you had a bit more stomach than that. Hey! I
made a joke! Seriously though. It's not that its disgusting or
anything. Guard, radio for the cleanup crew. We wouldn't want someone
to have an accident would we?"

	A sputtering David finally gathers himself together enough to
plead, "Tell me that was not a man. Please. Anything."

	"Sorry Dave. That was. Although we're not totally sure about
IS anymore," Dr. Broughter smirks.

	Inside the small cell was something possibly humanoid. At
first appearance anyway. A slightly closer inspection revealed
something canine. Possible both. O.K. It definitely looked like a
really bad movie werewolf. With mange. And puss. And cancerous
growths.

	"Hey. That was only our first attempt at an Anthromorph. We've
gotten much, much better. O.K. I'll tell you what. We'll tone down the
tour for a bit. How about something truly amazing. We've a whole
segment full of 'recovering guests' that are here for legitimate
medical treatments."

	"Here. Look in there. That man used to be a double amputee.
Now, thanks to a super high volume diet and our little miracle he's
got both of his legs back. Dr. van Moors says he'll be able to walk
again in a few months."

	"That's incredible. I can't believe you'd offer that kind of
service to humanity."

	"Oh, come, come, Dave. Don't be naive. For everything there is
a price. The U. S. A. will be the only nation with this capability.
IF, and that's a serious if, we decide to continue this avenue. Yeah,
yeah, better life and all that jazz, there's even the possibility of
profit in this, but as soon as we reveal the capability, EVERYONE,
goes ape. If we can do that, what else? That kind of thing. I'm sure
you know exactly why we don't want that happening."

	"Jesus. So you're just going to drop this? You're not going to
help others? You ARE the bitch, queen, psychotic from Hell."

	"Tsk. Tsk. David. You're not being very polite. I didn't say
that we weren't did I? Why, look in this room."

	"She was in a fire, David. Massive burn trauma. Now her skin
is re-growing faster than anyone ever imagined. She should be
recovered by the end of the week. Incredible isn't it? But boring. Hum
drum. Who cares? I certainly don't."

	"You fucking little whore! How can you talk about this that
way! The potential good for the entire world is staggering and you,
you gelatinous bit of snail dropping. YOU ought to be reduced to
compost. Argh. I can't even articulate the things that should be done
to you."

	"Guard? Would you care to restrain Mr. Silver for a moment?
Thank you. Now right this way please."

				* * *

	"Now David. Look out that window very, very carefully. You see
that? That is where we are now. We can do it David. I'd re-think my
attitude and be damn quick about it, if I were you."

	"What? You mean that... p... po... pony? Oh, fuck me. No."

	"Yes, David. Punishment can be severe. That was another
uncooperative 'volunteer.' Now, he lives his life as a horse. We know
that he still retains the ability to understand us, but damned if we
didn't have to do some really creative brain chem. work on him. We
didn't make him like or hate it, we just trapped him there. Along with
the instincts of a real horse. He's just a passenger. We're fairly
certain he'll be totally insane after awhile, but the horse-part will
still be in control so what does it matter?" THUNK. "David? Oh David?
Guard, carry Mr. Silver back to his residence please. Thank you."

				* * *

	"Dr. van Moors. Thank you for joining me on such short
notice."

	"Jah. Vhat iz it? I have much verk and little time."

	"How is the Silver Formulae coming, Dr.? He's getting to be a
bit of a nuisance."

	"Auch! Alwayz, zis! Alwayz, vere'z my Swilver! It iz too
complicated. More time! It vill take more time!"

	"Fine. Give me a progress report on it, by the morning. I want
to know where you are. That tiny little man has annoyed me once too
often. He even curses me in his sleep now."

	"Oh, zats good. Zats very vunny!"

	"Dr.!"

	"Auch! Mein apologiez. I vill do your report, but it yust
slowz me dovn."

	"Very good. And while you're at it, you might begin thinking
about this little problem." A small carefully sealed folder passes
between them. "Do it. And I want it done early enough to be completed
before the Mr. Silver's conversion is completed."

	The white haired Dr. van Moors merely nods as he exits the
room.

				* * *

	"David!" calls the mocking voice of Dr. Nicole Broughter. "How
are we today? Would you like a treat? I've got a special one for you?"

	"Please don't patronize me. Why would I possibly want
something that you have to offer?"

	"Because you're a man David. And here is Bonnie!"

	A stunning specimen of womanhood enters the room. David is
appropriately surprised, then he notes a few minor flaws. Bonnie,
should perhaps be called Bunny. For lying down over her soft light
brown hair are a pair of floppy rabbit ears. "Oh don't worry David.
She's human everywhere it counts. She actually likes being this way.
Don't you dear?"

	"Oh! Oh! I love it! Thank you so much!"

	"Bunny, err, Bonnie, don't you know what they've done... "

	"Now David. Be nice. Bonnie is going to be your roommate for
awhile. I'm certain you'll think of something to do," Nicole
smirked. "Bonnie dear? I know how you can't stand that awful clothing,
why don't you remove it? I know David won't object. WILL YOU DAVID."

	"Oh! Oh! Thank you Nicole! I really can't stand what this
stuff does to my fur!"

	"Of course dear."

	And so, in short order Bonnie was naked and David was
mesmerized. He thought he knew what to expect. He thought that hey
could deal with the situation on an intellectual level. He was
mistaken. Bunny/Bonnie was indeed a gift to David. She was a gift to
men everywhere. She wasn't just an Anthromorph. She was highly
modified. She was grown from a pre-pubescent girl. Tailored,
monitored, prodded, and altered until she became what she is. The
ultimate cliche. A fuck bunny. An accelerated growth under vastly
raised hormone levels created a body in perfect health that dripped
sexuality. Her five foot seven frame was definitely that of an
athlete, although an unusually busty one.

	"We'll just leave you two to get to know each other, then."

	Even after the interruption David was drawn back to her. Each
tiny detail slowly pulled itself forward and presented itself to him.
Starting just below her well formed breasts a light blonde, almost
invisible fur crept slowly down her body, darkening as it went to
reach the same shade of brown as the hair on her head by the time it
reached her navel. Her skin tone, was a complementary tan that
definitely seemed natural, not something attained by exposure. Her
nipples were the next thing that caught his attention. They were quite
flushed, nay, excited. Approximately the diameter of this little
finger the rose colored nubs reached proudly towards him as they sat
upon areoles which themselves seemed to rise slightly over the
luxurious mounds of her breasts. David didn't have tremendous
experience with the intricacies and mysteries of women's clothing but
her breasts were just a bit smaller than what he guessed both of his
hands together could hold. It was about this time that she turned
around for him. David blinks as he realizes, "She's modeling for me!"
Somewhere within him he also noted a slight tinge of disappointment
when he didn't spot a cotton tail. At first he thought she didn't have
a tail at all, but apparently on cue a small perfectly matched brown
puffball wagged back and forth punctuated by a very girlish giggle.
His eyes wandered over her ass which was high and firm and probably
the nicest ass he had ever seen in person. Between her gorgeous ass
and her generous breasts was a diminutive waist line that would make
any woman jealous. "I just, *giggle* looove to model. Take all the
time you like, Daviepooh." Slightly started and somewhat embarrassed
for getting caught staring David's gaze darted back up to her face. He
then noticed that the hair on top of her head actually grew down her
neck and even between her shoulders naturally shortening until it
blended in with her fur. Astounding!

				* * *

	"Davie! Why won't you make love to me?" Bonnie sniffed. "That
lump in your shorts says that you want to! Am I not good enough for
you!"

	"No! It's not that. I mean you're just twelve years old! It
wouldn't be moral!"

	"But, my body is supposed to be nineteen! That's what Dr. van
Shmooz told me and besides, if I don't sleep with you, where am I
going to sleep!"

	"You can have the bed, I'll sleep on the floor."

	"Uh Uuuh. Will not. Will not. Here. Why don't I just lie down
here on the bed and you can lay next to me, O.K.? We won't do anything
but sleep. I promise."

	"I... I just don't... know."

	"Pretty please! I'm a bit scared. I've never been alone at
night before. There's always been a nurse or another like me to cuddle
with."

	"Oh. O.K. then. But we're just going to sleep, all right?"

	If David's ears were half as sharp as hers, he'd have heard
her mutter, "Sleep, uh huh. Together." What David was also unaware of
was that the bunny formulae maintained the human sexual pheromone, but
at the same time, strengthened it. When a bunny wanted sex, not a man
in the room would be able to maintain 'his composure'.

	It was only after she curled into a tiny ball that David began
to relax. "Finally, she's going to sleep," he thought. David was in
trouble. He knew it too, but not what to do about it. He knew he was
in a situation were his own body was betraying him, but he hadn't
quite been able to figure out why. He just knew that ever since she
walked into the room that he had maintained an embarrassingly firm
erection. It was driving him to distraction. Even while pondering
what to do about it, he found his gaze lingering over her tight,
inviting body. He was transfixed by the rhythmic rise and fall of her
rib cage and so it was that he slowly, carefully began to pet her.
First, just behind the ears, then down her back, and her thigh. Some
time passed with him simply stroking her fur when he realized that he
felt more than heard a soft, virtually inaudible purring. The
realization that it was coming from Bonnie shocked him so much that he
stopped petting her.

	"Oh! Oh! Please don't stop. That feels SOOOOO good. It's got
my little heart just so warm and fuzzy. Like the rest of me!" she
giggled.

	"R... Really? It feels that good?"

	"Oh yes. OH yes! Please do it some more."

	"Well, O.K. So do you like what they did to you? I mean, does
it feel, I mean, what's it li... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry or
bring up anything unpleasant."

	"It's all right. Really. I really enjoy it. I mean, before I
was just a little girl, but now I'm all grown up. So what if I don't
look like other girls, there are others like me! Not to mention that
everything feels SOOOO much better than it used to."

	Slowly David resumed his gentle caress. Almost instantly the
soft rumble once again touched his senses. "Is that a conscious action
or involuntary?" he asked.

	"Is what?"

	"Never mind. I think you just answered my question."

	"Oh. O.K. Is that good or bad?"

	"Dunno. I guess it's good."

	"O.K. Just keep that up... That feels delicious. Here, let me
roll over and face you so you can pet my other side. It's feeling
neglected."

	It wasn't long before David's gentle petting produced a bit
more than a purr. Arousal. The full effect of her musk hit David right
in the erectile tissues. A slow careful smile spread across Bonnie's
face.

	In the dark a tiny hand slowly, carefully reaches forward. It
tenuously grasps the hard, veined object it was after. A male voice
quietly breaks the silence with a soft moan. Two mouths suddenly
collide in a passionate embrace. Thick, callused hands begin a rough
search across a tiny, trembling body. They quickly find the pliant
tissue of her heaving breasts. Then slowly, almost torturously so, he
drags his fingertips in ever-tightening spirals towards her heated
nipples as her grasp tightens over his member and begins a slow
rhythmic journey up and down its length. In between the dual moans
their mouths once again do battle in passion. Slowly he pulls himself
from her grasp and lowers his mouth to her nipple. Just a light flick.
Next a careful spiraling lick. Goose pimples rise on her exposed
flesh, like a million tiny nipples trying to imitate the rose colored
diamonds on the top of breasts. He blows softly on them, further
arousing her. Unexpectedly he quickly takes the entirety of one of her
luscious nipples into his mouth and begins a wonderful, invigorating,
suckle. The sultry female moan echoes slightly in the barren chamber.
Her pumping of his shaft aligns itself with his rhythmic suckling.

	Soon, he pulls away and raises himself over her. With a true
air of willingness and understanding, she spreads herself for him.
Carefully, gently he penetrates her, not just for their first time,
but for her first time ever. A sudden burst of heat assaults his
senses as he feels her body give up its last physical resistance. But
by now, he is immune to the logic his brain is throwing before him. He
is physically locked into his course of actions, primal survival urges
have reduced him to nothing more than an animal in the midst of
mating. Below him the once playful Bonnie writhes and wriggles and
reacts to every sensation her body feels in an utterly sexual way for
she too has experienced a pleasure so primal, so insatiable that for
the moment it controls her. His hard, driving thrusts accentuating
their mutual lust with lewd slaps. Finally, for Bonnie, the incredible
fire running through her body grows to such an intensity that she
orgasms in a way that she could never achieve alone. It leaves her so
sensitive that she's nearly instantly rocked by a second eruption and
then two more. Her world slowly begins to fade to black as her
consciousness tries desperately to survive, but his unremitting
thrusts slowly pull all thought from her and she passes out. Although
Bonnie stops moving, the world for David still consists only of the
tense bundle of muscle that is his prick and the hot, tight vault of
Bonnie's pussy. And then, his waiting is over, he explodes like never
before. It is so hard and powerful that his cries of ecstasy quickly
melt into cries of agony. Finally a whimpering David cautiously
lowers himself down beside a sleeping Bonnie. Moments later, his pulse
slows and he too is sleeping the sleep of the truly content.

				* * *

	"Well, Dr. I would call that an arousing success wouldn't
you?" Dr. Broughter gloats.

	"Indeed. Zee zubjectz bov reacted according to the deezine
vithin Mz. Bonnie." Dr. van Moors replied. "Oh jah. I muzt ask again.
Are zhou zhure zat theze zilver formulae, vell, I mean, zits ready.
Unless of courz you vant more changez."

	"Actually, Dr. I was thinking of saving that formulae for
later. Take another sample from Mr. Silver and another from Lilly. I
want to see if we can create twins out of two entirely separate
people."

	"Nien! Nien! Be reazonable. Now you're asking me to replace his
entire DNA strand." and then under his breath, "not only did my hair
go vite, I vill loze it all now."

	"I have every faith in your abilities Doctor. And remember
Doctor, that we want to lock the processes now. No further changes."

	The overworked Doctor nods his agreement as he plods slowly
from the room.

				* * *

	Meanwhile at U.S. Marine temporary base of operations, code
named, 'Dark Rage.'

	A comm. speaker crackles noisily. "This is Dr. Nicole
Broughter. I need to speak to the commander and the chief medical
officer immediately."

	"Yes Ma'am" replies the private on duty. "You're video capable
I presume?"

	"Of course."

	"Hold please while I contact the C.O. and the Doc."

				* * *

	"What does the lovely Dr. Broughter want with my little
military base today? Looking for a few guinea pigs or just a bit of
the other kind of pork?" sneers the C.O.

	"Easy. Easy. Commander. I've come to warn you! There's a
terrible epidemic spreading across territories very near your
operations base."

	"What?! What is it?" the worried medical officer queries.

	"Some new strain of the flu it would appear. Very resistant to
standard inoculations and treatments. However, today is your lucky
day. I've got a working inoculation and I'm having it sent by non-stop
flight to your airstrip immediately. I'd like to see ALL personnel
treated within twenty-four hours of it's arrival. Including yourself.
We wouldn't want to loose capable command staff would we?"

	"Somehow I doubt that is your concern. I take it this is an
order?"

	"You're a pretty smart guy. No matter what Washington says
about you."

	*Click*

				* * *

	(less than 60 hours later)

	"This is Alpha Male to Hunter Leader. You are cleared for
launch. Over."

	"Hunter leader to Alpha Male. Roger."

	Engines roar and the night sky above the carrier's deck is
temporarily awash with an unholy red fire as five re-instated A-10
Warthogs launch themselves into the eastern horizon on a mission of
destruction.

	A mere hour later the five A-10's are flying perilously close
to the tree line as they approach their target. Depleted Uranium
rounds slice through the armour and A.A. cannons of the ground force
below, before they can even react. Circling like angry hornets the A-
10's continue to destroy vehicle and building, scattering the confused
enemy troops in every direction.

	"Alpha Male to Hunt Leader. Proceed to secondary target.
Repeat. Proceed to secondary target."

	"Hunt Leader to Alpha Male, That's a roger."

	"Hunt Leader, you are cleared for secondary weapons usage.
Repeat. Engage FFAR's."

	"Roger that Alpha Male."

	"Hunt Leader to Alpha Male. Please confirm secondary zone
coordinates."

	"Hunt Leader, this is Alpha Male. Radar shows you to be in
position. Carry out your orders. Underneath that village is a
munitions dump that must be contained to prevent further U.S. troop
losses."

	"Roger that, Alpha Male. You heard 'em boys. Let 'em loose."

	"Hunt Leader to Alpha Male. Hunt Leader to Alpha Male. We have
a problem."

	"Hunt Leader, report. What is your status?"

	"Alpha Male. We're experiencing a malfunction in the FFAR
pods. It looks like maybe one in ten is detonating."

	"Hunt Leader. This is a primary directive. Do NOT switch to
chain guns. Continue use of FFARs."

	"Roger that. No return fire yet."

	Below people are scattering in every direction, feeling
incredibly fortunate that the majority of the rounds from the
Americans seem to barely explode just enough to give somebody a good
concussion. Death seems find very few victims tonight.

	Soon the five A-10's bank hard away from the smoking village
and begin the long ride home; Pondering the entire way, the purpose
and usefulness of the strike on the secondary target.

	Several days later, Marine's from 'Dark Rage' capture a small,
mostly irrelevant weapons depot only taking two casualties. Both to
land mines.

				* * *

	The loud *POP* of a champagne cork echoes dully in the small
room currently occupied by the previously sleeping pair, David and
Bonnie.

	"Jeezuz!" screams David as Bonnie bursts into a fit of giggles
as the champagne is sprayed over both of them by a triumphant Dr.
Nicole Broughter.

	"Good morning you two!" she booms happily. "I've got some
fantastic news. It would seem after many months of getting our asses
kicked we're finally making some progress in that little military
action we've been involved in."

	"Oh?" queries David while a bouncing Bonnie giggles with glee!
"I assume the champagne means that you're taking credit for this?"

	"Well, not formally of course. But it does seem that a
terrible new strain of a flu-like virus has struck hard the enemy
forces. While, thanks to me of course, all of our troops have been
properly inoculated with an anti-virus."

	"Your non-aggression virus unless I miss my guess."

	"Excellent. Sharp as ever. Bonnie? Dear? Can I get you to
follow my assistant? It seems that we missed your last checkup."

	"O.K." bubbles Bonnie.

	Bonnie's attentions are instantly tuned to the muscle bound
assistant and she follows him happily out the door.

	"Well, now that we're alone... "

	"We can cut to the chase right, bitch?"

	"David. David. David. What are we going to do with you? First,
I'd considered making you a simple minded slave for my personal
misuse, but that's not really enough of a punishment is it? I mean,
you wouldn't be smart enough to care anymore. So I tossed that idea.
Please David. Breathe. Yes. That's it. Now, where was I? Oh, yes.
Then I thought, why not a dog? Maybe something like a German Shepherd,
but no, even if I left you with your intelligence, I'd get bored of
that too. Of course, it might be easier to deal with you that way...
but I digress again. We even considered twinning you with Bonnie. Heh.
Don't worry. Dropped that one too. Then, I thought to myself, you know
yourself, you're just too involved in this personally. Why not let someone
else come up with something? And you know what David? They did an
incredible job. So subtle, so effective. You'll just love it. I know.
Because you'll get to experience it first hand."

	David can stand the taunting no longer and explodes in a fit
of rage at the 'good' doctor. Unfortunately, the guards are doing
their jobs and the stun guns knock him to the ground long before he
was close enough to do even the slightest harm to Dr. Broughter.

	"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. David. David. David." Nicole mumbles as she
shakes her head. "Dr. van Moors! He's ready!"

	"Jah. Jah. Here ve go. Just von little poke! Jez. Zhats ze
trick. Zleep tight. Zhure veally goink to hate me in ze morning."

				* * *

	"Oh God. Who the fuck kicked my nose through the back of my
head." David wonders to no one in particular. "The last thing I
remember was. Oh God." Quickly the figure rises from the bed and
travels to the mirror. "Well. I'm still me. Although with this
headache I'm not so sure that's a good thing. Maybe, yes. Definitely a
bit more shuteye. No, something to eat first, then some sleep."

	"What the hell are these?" David asks himself as he eyes the
tray full of bar-like food stuffs. "They smell edible. I wonder if this
is how they intend on poisoning me with their virus? Well, I guess
I'll starve. Sleep. That'll keep my mind off the food."

				* * *

	"David? Would you please wake up? David!" the voice on the
intercom pleaded.

	"Mmm. Uh. Yeah." Muttered the still zombie-like David Silver.
"Wha... what do you want?"

	"David. It's Bonnie. Doc tells me that I have to get you up
and have you eat something or you might die! Oh, Davie, don't die!"

	David slowly sits up on his bed. He slowly rubs his temples as
if that will make the pain stop. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, he
surveys his meager abode noting that the only food available is the
mysterious bars.

	"You're crazy if you think I'm letting you poison me that
way." David mutters.

	"Oh my god!" Bonnie screams. "Poison?!? Where!?"

	"Calm down Bonnie" the silver voice of Dr. Nicole Broughter
chimes. "There no poison anywhere near David. You can tell him that
can't you, Bonnie?"

	"Yes, Ma'am. Davie, those are really, really good food David.
I still manage to snack on a few from time to time myself, although
according to Dr. van Moors, I don't need them anymore."

	"There David. Satisfied? They're not harmful, as a matter of
fact, they'll probably keep you alive. They're super-concentrated
protein bars. Everything a growing boy needs to stay healthy. And then
some."

	"Go to fucking HELL, BITCH!"

	"David. Please. It's too late for that. I'm asking you to do
this David. It will make things infinitely easier on you in the long
run. If you don't cooperate, we'll just gas you and the run an I.V.
for nourishment. Is that what you want? For me to take out my
frustrations on you instead of allowing the current process, devised
by someone else entirely to continue?"

	"No. Not that, but what are you going to do to me?"

	"David. I have done nothing to you. You did this to yourself,
remember?"

	"Yeah, right." David states as he rises off his bed to get
some food. Without even taking his first step, David teeters and
falls back onto the bed with an ominous cracking of support slats.

	"Oh god, I'm dizzy. Is it supposed to feel this way?"

	Wetting her lips silently in the observation room, Dr.
Broughters pauses before answering. "We're fairly certain that in the
initial phases you'll feel very disoriented and have a difficult time
with your equilibrium. Unfortunately, David, we've never tried this
dramatic of a transformation on anyone conscious before. We're hoping
you will enlighten us an a great many things. Please, remember, we're
scientists here and need the truth so try and answer honestly any
questions that the staff has for you. We'll make this reasonably quick
and hopefully, more comfortable for the next person."

	"Oh. Great. A guinea pig after all."

	"More than you know" mutters our lovely Dr. off mike. "More
than you'll understand for quite a while."

	Trying again to reach the food bars mere feet away, David
approaches the task with a bit more care. Using the wall to guide and
support him, he half stumbles his way to the food tray and tentatively
takes a bite of one of the bars. "Ack. A bit dry don't you think?" he
complains. "And definitely too bland. You can't honestly expect me to
cooperate by eating this shit if I don't know the outcome. Death might
be preferable."

	"Honestly David. Sometimes I think the same way. I really do.
You try my patience more than you can possibly imagine."

	"Good. At least I know I'm doing the world a favor."

	"Oh. Ha. Ha. Very funny. Well, Dr. van Moors, hand me the
specs on the virus. Thank you. My, oh my. Definitely not something I
would have picked. Consider yourself INCREDIBLY lucky, David. Looks
like you'll get to serve your government in a more active roll after
all."

	"What? Are you going to make me some lap dog for a sexually
frustrated homosexual general or just a two cent whore for the common
walking sandbag."

	"Goodness, David. I never knew you were so... twisted. I like
that. However much I wish I could extinguish that spark of fire that
runs through you, I can't. It would make you useless for your current
assignment."

	"And we still haven't gotten around to exactly what that is."
David exasperatedly exclaims.

	"Oh. Come on! Is that all you ever think about?"

	"It's MY future. MY body that's on the line here."

	"Oh all right. It says here that you're to be optimized for
jungle assault and of all things, assassinations. My, my, my. Doesn't
the world just love to turn everything upside down."

	"Optimized how?!?" he screams.

	"Hmm. Looks like we're trying something incredibly complex
here. All the simms show an 87% chance of success so the odds are
really good."

	"WHAT? WHAT!"

	"Calm down. It would seem that one of our other scientists has
decided to create upon the myth of lycanthrope."

	"Lycan... "

	"You know. Were-wolves and what not? Although looking through
the specs here, there's very little lupine. Looks feline, yes... Great
cat level. Perhaps Tiger or Lion. My non-human biology is bit sub-par
for this job. My sincerest apologies."

	"A l... l... lion?" David stutters.

	"Well, not exactly. This is really fascinating. Seems what
they're really proposing is something called stage two lycranthrope.
We're currently underway in redefining your 'base stage' or stage one.
Stage two is apparently the half-way form. All the brains and
reasoning of the human side with the reflexes and senses of the Lion.
Incredible. Truly incredible. Lilly? Please, find the young man
responsible for this design and inform him that he is to meet me in my
office at exactly two p.m."

	"Yes ma'am."

	"I... I guess it doesn't sound too bad. I'll still be human
for the most part right?"

	"Yeah, so it would seem. So it would seem."

	"How long will it take? I mean, getting to my 'new stage
one'?"

	"David. I really need to look over this. It wasn't fully
approved by me. That's what I get for delegating authority. I'll come
back and talk with you after my meeting."

	"Yeah. You do that." He says as he begins eyeing the tray full
of food hungrily. "You do that."

				* * *

	Seconds. Minutes. Hours. Days. Realities later the exhausted
body of one David Silver begins to sound the moans of someone being
awakened against his will. The limp body suddenly starts into one
tight muscle as the events of the recent past come flooding back with
a vengeance. "I'm. I'm. A woman." A simple statement of fact that up
until a few hours ago would have gotten some very funny looks. As the
now lithe and obviously female David Silver unfurls his body from its
fetal tuck, a wave of thirst crashes over him. With uncoordinated
limbs and an unsteady sense of balance the new woman stumbles over to
the fountain where she begins drinking directly from the dispenser in
a most unladylike fashion.

				* * *

	"Well, Dr. Koenes. It would appear she has recovered quite
nicely and with remarkable speed" quips Dr. Broughter. "So it would
seem, Nicole. So it would seem. But it also shows us that we've got
another consideration in the future. Water levels. It's obvious by the
color of her skin and its temperature that she's consumed drastically
more water in the transformation than anticipated. It could lead to
future complications."

	"Indeed. If she were to *ahem* run out during the middle of a
transformation she'd most likely die, correct?"

	"Quite so." He sighs. "Quite so."

				* * *

	With the sudden realization that oxygen is required to breath
and not water, David spasms into a coughing fit that pulls his mouth
away from the spigot, spilling unpleasantly chill water all over his
exposed skin.

	The crackling intercom interrupts David's silent examination
of the after effects of his little accident.

	"David." Chimes Dr. Broughter. "I believe, you'll find that
there are more food bars over by the bed. Why don't you sit down and
have a few while we go over some questions?"

	His first instinct was defiance. Then rage. Then realization
dawns and slowly David Silver, once man, now woman stumbles over to
the nearby bed.

	"O.K. David. First let me tell you, congratulations! You've
done something very few have done so far and done it oh, so, very
well. Current medical data shows that other than a bit of dehydration
you're in perfect health. But if you're ready, we do need to go over a
few things. Now you've been out of it for a little over four hours,
that means that in about four or five more hours we'll be done with
the worst of it. Now let's get down to pressing business." A slightly
curious look crosses David's face, but very little else.

	"During the early part of your transformation, you said that
your stomach was on fire. How long did this last?"

	"No." states David.

	"Pardon?" both Dr. Broughter and Dr. Koenes answer in unison.
"What did you say?"

	"I said, NO! Why should I help you? You've, you've... "

	"I see" sighs Dr. Broughter. "I should have guessed that you'd
quit cooperating. At least eat some of the food bars and have some
more water. It's not over yet." Releasing the intercom, she turns to
Dr. Koenes, "Find Dr. van Moors and have him meet me in my office
immediately."

				* * *

	"Well, maybe I pushed my luck this time" he ponders to
himself. As he lays back on the bed, mindlessly chewing bits of
sawdust bars; His mind, unable to concentrate on anything else, begins
a mental inventory. "Well, for one thing, I'm fucking cold." Looking
down at his tan, trim, and hairless chest, "Hell. I'm also still a guy
inside.It's such a weird vantage point, but if I imagine a little,
yeah. Shit! I guess I should have gotten out a bit more, all of this
flesh is mine now, but it still kind of... Fuck. I'm lusting after my
own tits. Great. Won't this be one for the psyches. Now, now, now.
Let's try this again. Toes, check." He thinks to himself as all ten
little piglets wiggle furiously. Shit. I can't do it. It's killing
me." Standing up carefully, he looks at himself again, carefully
noting each detail. Skin. Soft. Very soft. Apparently, naturally tan
as he hadn't been this dark since his last vacation to the islands.
Nipples. Also brown. But much darker than his skin, almost chocolate,
and significantly larger than he preferred on his past romantic
encounters. He guessed that they were perhaps three eighths of an
inch in diameter but the dark nubs probed forward over his puffy
areoles something closer to half of an inch. Bumps, like dozens of the
goose variety poked up on those same miniature hillocks atop each
breast. Looking at the whole picture, the breasts appear to each be
the tiniest bit larger than he can fully encompass with his feminized
hands. I can't believe I thought that these things needed to be
bigger. They're so impossible. Every twist of my body, every hop,
hell, even every step I'm reminded of their presence. It's so weird.
Sighing, the inventory continues with a vast flat stomach tapering to
an incredibly diminutive waist. Below the waist, he wasn't really
ready to handle. He could see the slight cleft in the golden-brown
down that hid his new genitalia. Take a deep breath, he looks past to
long, muscled legs. Dancer's legs ending in tiny little feet with to
what appeared to him as miniature toes. Nah, they're the right size, I
just remember mine being bigger. Mine. No, David, these ARE yours.
This IS your body. Even if it isn't the one you were born with" he
scolds himself. Sitting back down on the bed he turns his
introspection on his mind. "Is anything different? Would I know if it
was? Am I still straight?" Closing his eyes, he begins to fantasize.
His first thoughts are strictly male-female, he playing the dominate
male role of course, but as he releases conscious control over his
daydream, his partners become more indistinct. He plays both the
dominate role and the passive one. Curiosity. He tries to imagine
what it would be like to be entered. At some level all of this
excited him, but eventually, he came to the conclusion that he was
still male, at least, intellectually.

	"Hmm. Thirsty again." Rising he slowly makes his way over to
the water fountain. "It's different, but not much. If anything I feel
better, even if every muscle in this body aches. It's like I lost a
thousand pounds. Flexing and stretching his new body in all the old
'workout' ways, produced some interesting results. Some things just
didn't work any more, but the pain that always accompanied some of the
more strenuous leg stretches was completely absent. Then he tried the
splits. Oh, he was successful, but it hurt. BIG TIME. After carefully
laying himself down on the cold ground and whimpering for a few
moments the pain began to dull. "My god. Everything is so much more.
It's like having a hypersensitive allergy. Just a little is a lot. I
wonder, if pain hurts so much." He shakes himself out of that line of
thought. While laying their on his side on the cold ground he notes
with no small bit of interest the tingling sensation in his nipples.
"Fuck me." Shaking his head again and sitting up, he brings a
trembling hand up to touch the offending object. "It's so. Big. His
hand gently touches the engorged nipple which causes the tingling to
warm slightly. "It's almost like I can feel the blood in them." Goose
pimples begin to rise over his flesh both from the cold, hard floor
and the chilling realization that like it or not, he is now a woman.
With a body that reacts like a woman. Looks like a woman. Sounds like
a woman. "Therefore I'm a duck" he laughs to himself.

				* * *

	She catches a glimpse of someone moving on the other side of
the room and it jolts her into action. With a speed and swiftness that
surprises her, she bolts to the bed and promptly rolls right over it
and back onto the floor on the other side. Snatching a cover off of
the bed she demurely tries to cover herself, but just as quickly drops
the sheet as there is no one else in the room. A mirror. A fucking
mirror. They're probably the one-way type. She cautiously rises and
walks over to the mirror grabbing another food bar on the way. "What
the hell. I must have already given them one hell of a show during my
little gymnast routine" she sighs. Her eyes lock on their reflection,
lightly brown, almost gold eyes, nothing even close to their original
hazel. She stays that way for several minutes as if trying to find
himself within this new shell. A simple blink shatters the world of
reflections and the self-examination continues. "Well. I don't look
like me any more that's for sure. Or do I? Maybe. If you trimmed the
cheek bones and filled out this button of a nose, I might look
something like Mom. Maybe." Stepping backward from the mirror, she
regards her new body in its entirety. "Attractive. But not overly so.
Attainable. That's what I'd term it. The kind of girl a guy can... "
he stops short. This train of thought crashes around his brain
releasing a hoard of new emotions. Unable to stem the tide of new
chemicals coursing through her she sits down, hard, on the cold floor.
Tears going to draw their glistening trails down nutmeg cheeks. Much
like veins of silver glistening under the desert sun.

				* * *

	"Dr. van Moors. Thank you for joining me so quickly. We have
much new business to work on." The strange doctor nods his head
rigorously amidst a floating cloud of white hair. "Jah. Go von."

	"First Dr. I would like to apologize for the sudden tabling of
your ideas. It was extremely unprofessional of me and I am truly
sorry." "Vhat! Vhat do you want? Dat you bothzer and old man with
idiotic liez und vlatteries."

	"Astute as always Dr. van Moors. You are quite correct of
course. I do want something. I need the Silver formula. But with a new
base DNA. If I give you the sample can you have it ready in about two
weeks?"

	"Jah. It can ve done."

	"Thank you Dr. Thank you very much. I'll have the sample
delivered within the hour."

	A short time later, a phone rings in another part of the
complex. "Personnel" the secretary states. "Yes. Yes we do. Right
away Dr. Broughter."

				* * *

	Thus ends yet another portion of the never ending, forever
taking, story telling, time consuming, Genome Experiments.

Lady Death <ldydeath@bastard.highend.com>