The Genome Experiments.  Part 2.

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    "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 your 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 areola 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 didn't spot a cotton tail.  At first he 
thought she didn't have a tail at all, but apparently on queue 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 darts 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 was 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 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 your 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 load *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."
    "You're 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 self, 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.  "The 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."

            * * * * *




We'll, that does it for this posting of the Genome Experiments.  I hope
you liked it.  Yeah, yeah, I know it's a bit wordy and there's definately
not enough sex in it for some of you, but for me, it's the transformations
and the threat thereof that gets me off so that's how the story goes.

I've got so much more story left to tell.  In the following chapters, some
already written, and some not, we'll get to the heart of everything.  The
feelings of one man as his body is slowly stolen from him and replaced
with something entirely alien and the details therein.  As well as what
the brilliantly twisted Dr. Broughter does to keep our, well, I almost
used the word, 'hero', but perhaps protaganist is a better term, anyway,
what she does to keep him alive and reasonably sane throughout it all.

  Lady Death

    "We do not hear the dry wind pray or the children play
     a game called soldiers."


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