The Lab Accident

Glen slammed his locker shut, hoisting his bag over his shoulder he set off for the chemistry lab where he knew Sonya would be. He hoped she’d be in a good mood but doubted that would be the case. The two of them had been inseparable ever since she was taken in by the Bodrovas’s. She was found in the forest, abandoned, too little to make it on her own. But in recent years she’d grown more and more short-tempered with him. He just didn’t understand why.

Opening the door to the lab his face was struck by a flurry of colors. Purples, whites, browns and greens of varying shades swirled together in complex patterns that shimmered as the sunlight from the windows opposite the door shown through Sonya’s beautiful wings, the only light in the room. They twitched and danced of their own accord as she gracefully toiled away at something on the work bench in front of her. Glen continued into the room, walking up to her. He stood over her for a moment watching her fumble with a big network of glassware, stoppers and tubing. A small grin sprouted across Glen’s face.

“Sonnnyaaaa~” He said in a sign-song tone as he brushed a hand up one of her antennas before stopping to lightly pinch the tip.

“Hweh~!” She blurted out. Her work immediately brought to a halt as her whole body jerked from the sudden surprise attack.

Stars sparkled in Glen’s vision as he found himself looking up at a red-faced mothman, fists dug firmly into her narrow hips as she puffed herself up in a display of indignance. For such a scrawny thing she sure packed a hell of a punch.

“J-just what the h-hell do you think you’re doing?!” She stammered her big red bespectacled eyes narrowed cutting into him. Her inquisition was further underlined by a furious buzzing originating from her wings.

“Geeze Sonya relax I was just joking.” Glen replied, rubbing his sore cheek.

“It’s not funny!” She snapped. Turning back towards the workbench with a humph she combed her fingers through her antenna.

“Okay okay, sorry.” He said, raising a hand in a show of atonement as he picked himself up off the floor. “So what are you working-“

“None of your business!” She cut him off returning to work, every movement now rough and abrupt.

“Hey c’mon now don’t be like that, I was only teasing. You were so deep in your own little world I just couldn’t help myself.” He sheepishly entreated.

“Hmph.” Was all he got.

His head was still a bit woozy from the blow. Spotting a chair next to the bench he wobbled over and plopped down to collect himself. Leaning against the bench he got a better look at her apparatus but not a better understanding. Chemistry was never his strong suit. Scanning up and down the device his eyes came to focus on a graduated cylinder sitting next to him. Inside was what first looked like tar but the longer he stared he started to notice a slightly pink sheen in the reflections of light from it. He reached out and picked it up bringing it closer to his face. A sickly sweet smell tickled his nose as he took in deeper breaths of the nice aroma. He could feel a faint warmth radiating from it. The warmth seemingly seeped easily into his hand slowly spreading up his forearm. It felt pleasant, very pleasant.

“Hey Sonya, what is this stuff?” He asked.

“Hey! Don’t touch that!” She yelled, snatching the cylinder from his hand and putting it back on the bench.

He was bit puzzled by her knee-jerk reaction. He hunched over laying an arm over the bench and rested his head on it. Staring through the glass cylinder at Sonya he asked, “Why, what’s in it?”

“It’s… it’s… it’s nothing. Just leave it alone, alright?! Gods you ask so many stupid questions! No wonder you’re a hopeless virgin.” She said flustered, her face growing just a shade redder.

“Hey what’s your problem? I don’t exactly see you swatting guys away. It’s bad enough you’ve got that little stick body but with your cranky attitude, you’re lucky you’ve got me as a friend otherwise you’d probably never even talk to a guy.” He retorted.

Her jaw clenched tight. He couldn’t tell if she was about to have a conniption or burst into tears. Bursts of buzzing filled the room.

Now he’d done it.

“Y-You…”

She raised a rather thick textbook high into the air.

“You…”

Her eyes glittered with tears and the fires of hell.

“STUPID JERK!!!”

The textbook rocketed towards his head. Glen arched his back, whipping his head back over the chair to evade the hefty projectile. The book whooshed past him missing by a hair.

*DING* … *THUNK*

He watched the textbook flop to the floor after slamming hard into the side of another work bench. Breathing a small sigh of relief he settled back into the chair.

“Hyargh!” Glen suddenly lurched forward. His lap felt like it was burning. Looking down he saw the graduated cylinder perched over the edge of the bench on its side. Out of it poured that black ooze, directly on to his crotch.

“Oh no!” Sonya cried, anger suddenly gone from her voice. She snapped up the cylinder quickly righting and setting it aside.

Glen stood up and grabbed a roll of paper towels off the shelf. With haste he began rubbing the excess goop off his clothes, desperately trying to quell the scalding sensation.

“No no no no!” Sonya she paced back and forth shaking her hands looking around for something.

“Ack!” The burning now spread to Glen’s hands through the towels. He looked up at Sonya searching for answers.

She now danced up and down in one spot still shaking her hands. “What do I do, what do I do? Ah! Quick, take off your clothes!”

“You mean here?” Glen asked.

“Just do it!” She yelled.

Sighing, he whipped his shirt off over his head, careful to keep the gooey part from touching him anywhere else. Pants undone he quickly slid them down his legs and was assaulted by a burst of sensation. This time however it wasn’t painful. In fact it felt really good. A sort of sexual pleasure sparked through his legs as the fabric of his pants rubbed across the area where the black ooze touched him. Just what the hell was this stuff?

Carefully stepping out of his pants Glen could feel the burning spread deeper into him now, down into his muscles, his bones. A fire rose up his torso eating away all sense of feeling from him. It spread further throughout his body, reaching up his neck. The room began to spin as his vision turned black and he felt himself falling backwards.

“Glen!” Sonya was to him in a flash, catching him as he fell and, kneeling down, helped guide him back into the chair.

Leaning back she assessed the affected area. His blackened boxers were positively bulging, the monster beneath it threatening to tear through the fabric. She blushed, turning away from him until she heard him groan in discomfort.

“Calm down, it’s just the human body… his… body… stop it!” She shook her head. “I need to get it off of him quick.” She said.

Steeling herself she gingerly reached out and took hold of the elastic waist and slowly peeled it back. Suddenly the tension from pulling gave way and a mass of pink and purple flesh leapt out of those boxers giving an audible noise as it slapped against Glen’s stomach.

“Eeek!” She recoiled in shock. “Are they supposed to get this big… and purple?” Taking in a deep breath she quickly recomposed herself, she had to, for Glen’s sake. Grabbing the boxers once again she pulled them down and off his legs tossing it aside. Now with that done she leaned in for a closer look. She noticed the purple color was not some strange birthmark but a fluid pattern that swirled and danced across Glen’s member enticing her to look deeper into their complex patterns. She leaned in closer.

Warmth. From out of the void blossomed sweet warmth through Glen’s legs. Filling him up it thawed the icy clutches of nothingness. From the top of his head down through his fingers and toes filled with delicious heat he floated in bliss and contentment. Then, little by little, small tingles and twinges of itching sensations began to bubble up inside of him. It steadily grew more and more until Glen could no longer ignore it. That wonderful feeling of warmth… he needed more of it. Opening his eyes he looked down searching out that warm he found a mothman staring at his cock. Her face was slack, mouth slightly agape as she gazed emptily at his erect form. Looking further down he found the source. Her hands, soft black hands rested on his thighs pouring satisfaction into him. He inhaled sharply as a wave of warmth crashed over his cock causing it to throb. Her soft breath breathed life into his already proudly puffed up penis causing it grow even bigger. A bead of precum formed at his head. Had he always been this large? Underneath his scrotum shifted, his balls had apparently been affected as well. It mattered not to him. All that mattered was getting more, more warmth. Reaching out he placed his hands on top of hers pressing them into him as he reveled in the caress of each of her silky soft fur’s tiny hairs.

Suddenly snapped back to reality she glanced back and forth between Glen’s face and his cock. “Eh… EH?! D-d-d-don’t t-th-the wrong i-idea Glen I was j-just… just… a-anyway I’ll go g-get h- huh?“ Blushing furiously she pulled away to get up only to find her hands firmly in place on Glen’s thighs. “G-Glen, what are you…”

Glen’s hands slowly closed around her wrists delighting in her soft fuzz between his fingers. He then began dragging those hands up his thighs, towards his member which twitched happily as her soft skin and fur sent shivers of pleasure reverberating through him.

“G- Glen, l-l-let go of m-me this inst-stant!” she stuttered, a look of concern and unease haunting her face now. She pulled weakly but Glen’s hands held firm.

Upon reaching his member it jerked, erupting a small trickle of precum and with it a musky aroma filled the air. As the scent hit her nose her eyes went wide with realization and she jerked back trying to pull free from Glen.

“Glen w-wait! We can’t do… this. That stuff….if we… allow it… to… take…….control……….” Without her realizing it her hands wrapped around his cock. The trickle now a stream slowly lubing him as the smell grew stronger. Hands still firmly on her wrists he guided them up his cock wanting to spread this joy even more. Her fingers explored every bit of his smooth hard phallus. Reaching the tip he could feel the itching begin to return down at the base so he stroked her hands down again. Up and down, up and down, her hands now slick with precum glided effortlessly over him, now squeezing him in a slow rhythm. Her face once again slack, lost in awe of his cock. His pace grew faster. He needed to put more warmth inside him. Up and down, faster and faster, squeezing tighter now she didn’t want to leave it alone for a second. Faster, faster, need welling up inside him. Pushing aside warmth, he needed her. Her face was now right next to his throbbing cock, intoxicated. Feeling the pressure surging he pushed her hands and his cock down erupting his tainted seed straight onto her face.

Ropes of jism lashing across her face she lets out a small moan, wings beating furiously casting her special powder everywhere, eyes closed cherishing the intense musk. Releasing his grip he let her hands fall. Her arms swung limply to her side for but a moment before her hands shot up to her face once again jostled from the mists of lust.

“Nooo~” She moaned wiping the cum from her face. “Listen to me Glen… you’ve got to… hahh… get ahold of yourself…hahh… please… if this keeps going… we’re... I’m… mmmm… going to-” She was panting now, hands rubbing slowly spreading that delicious seed across her face.

Glen sighed in frustration. The itch, banished by the orgasm brought through her sweet warmth was now back and even stronger than before. It wasn’t enough, he needed more. Her powder drove out any last hope of reason from his mind, now he was just a need. Glen groaned as warmth tickled him once again. Looking down her empty face appeared different, more feminine and flushed. Her lips now fuller were parted as she huffed. Her lustful panting licking at his still erect cock growing even bigger, he had his answer.

Deeper.

He must go deeper; get closer to the source of that heat. Reaching out with one hand he forcefully grabbed and yanked her antenna towards him eliciting a yelp from her. With the other hand he aimed his cock straight for her parted lips. Crashing into her unsuspecting mouth he let go of his cock with his one hand and brought it around to the back of her head forcing it deeper onto his member. Her mouth squeezed and buzzed around him as she moaned perhaps trying to utter a word of protest. But it only served to stifle her voice even more as his cock swelled reaching the back of her throat. Deeper still he thrust. The walls of her throat spasmed around him as she gagged on it and coughed. Pulling back out she was granted a temporary reprieve to prepare herself for the next attack. In and out, coated in her saliva he ravaged her throat. Slowly her eyes softened as she became accustomed to it, even going as far as to start stroking around him with her tongue almost as if to urge him on more. In and out, sucking, squeezing he couldn’t hold out long before that itch for warmth was being pushed aside with a new need. Leaving nothing to chance he gripped hard and jammed his cock so far down her throat he could feel the fluff around her neck tickle and caress his balls begging him to climax, and so he did. His cock felt like it grew another inch as he filled her throat with white hot cum as she closed her eyes. Pulling free of her mouth she hunched over gasping for breath and coughing.

It still wasn’t enough. More, he needed more, needed to make this warmth his own, fill her, make her his.

He rose from the chair. A strand of saliva hanging down broke off from his cock, now bigger than ever. Looking down at her, her gaze was empty, head lolled back with a face of dreamlike wonder. Her finger stuck in her slack mouth she lazily rubbed her tongue. She looked different. Her lips seemed bigger, fuller now. Body now glazed in sweat her skin looked so smooth… and soft. All over she seemed to have grown, hips, thighs, stomach all now thicker, more voluptuous. Licks of her fluff now rose off of her chest, unable to match the curve of her new average sized breasts. His seed had done something to her, something wonderful. His eyes drank in her scrumptious form, lust growing deeper. She must become more beautiful, more, more. Hands gripped firm on her shoulders.

“Hngh!” She grunted as she landed on her side. Eyes coming to focus she looked up at Glen’s. His eyes were different now, like a hunter upon a snared prey.

Swept with panic she kicked her legs wildly across the tile floor. Turning on to all fours she began scrambling towards the door, wings splaying out as she readied a hardy flap. But before she could a heavy weight slammed her back down to the floor. Legs clamped firmly around her abdomen as hands snaked under her wings, following the trail of fluff around her waist before moving up and settling on her breasts. She arched her back letting out a moan, robbed of the strength to fight back. Glen’s tainted semen had overpowered her senses with pleasure she couldn’t escape.

“Wait Glen, please, this… this isn’t how I imagined it.” She begged over her shoulder, tears in her eyes.

Marveling in her soft fur Glen shifted forward up her back. Inner thighs stroked along her abdomen driving sweet satisfaction deep into his bones. His whole front was glued to her as he savored every inch of her softness. Silky fluff engulfing his cock as it slowly burrowed higher up her backside spurring shivers from the mothman as he nestled between her wings. Upon reaching her head he brushed aside her long white hair with his nose. His breathing was ragged now, hot breath against her neck sending shivers down her spine. He planted a soft kiss at the top of her neck where her fur ended. Another moan escaped her lips as she bucked driving her hips into Glen’s. Spirited from her reaction he nuzzled her neck fluff and began firmly massaging her breasts. She squirmed and panted under his caress. He began a slow rhythmic humping. Finding her swollen nipples beneath her fur he stroked them lightly, circling round and round with his fingers before gently rubbing, squeezing and pulling down on them in a milking motion synchronized with his own humping. His tongue explored her smooth skin heightening her sexual frenzy. With a few last quick thrusts he arched his back up away from her just in time to paint her backside with his essence.

Slumping back off of her abdomen Glen wasted no time grabbing her legs and flipping her over onto her back. Perching back atop her abdomen he laid his erection atop her crotch. He grasped her legs pulling them up together closing her thighs around his cock. Hugging her soft fluffy legs to his chest he resumed his humping. Silken soft skin rubbed deliciously along the top while white fur burning hot from her sex tantalizingly tickled his underside. Her moans grew louder as she gyrated her hips unable to contain her excitement of her crotch being stroked mercilessly. Slickened by precum above and her juice below his head was soon pistoning in and out from between her thighs, his movements rough and needful. With a groan he erupted all over her stomach and tits.

Refractory period was a thing of the past now. He stood up walking around to the other side before squatting over her head. Her face wrapped in bliss, he laid his cock down across her face. Sucking in the sweet aroma of his masculinity she closed her eyes. Tongue reaching up snagged a droplet of cum from his tip before pulling back to savor its taste. His hands gripped firm the sides of her head wrenching it back. She opened her mouth in surprise but before she could get anything out anything he was balls deep. Even bigger than before, her throat stretched visibly. Pulling back the underside of his cock tickled as her nose sucked in air. Back in her tongue stretched out along his top to make room for him. Slamming his hips away like he was fucking some onahole he face-fucked her. Quickly at his limit again his stamina was shriveling under the intense arousal that built without end. To the hilt, his balls on her nose he wrapped his hands around her fluffy neck and squeezed. His cum had nowhere to go but down her spasming throat. As he filled her stomach he arched his back and let out a howl. Loosening his grip he slid out of her mouth, her tongue whether by some reflex or actual longing gave his head a small lick as he passed it. Looking down at her he spotted his next target.

Straddling her midsection he laid his hands over her now impressive breasts. His fingers sunk deep into the delicious mixture of soft fur and silken skin, engulfing his hands, gently spreading them as he shifted himself in between them. Crushing himself in her cleavage her flesh engulfed him completely save for the head just poking out of her valley. Still slick in saliva and drooling precum constantly he slid in and out of her marshmallow caress with ease. Her skin seemed even better than before. It felt like her soft melons clung to him urging him to come. He could feel her nipples jammed into his palms as her tits jiggled from his hungry pumping. Again he came painting more of her body in his jizz. Again and again he came using this body part and that until she literally was covered from head to toe.

She laid there limply on the floor holding herself and meekly moaning, lost in the sensation of being surrounded by so much semen. Her new body barely resembled her old one, she was extremely curvy the very definition of voluptuous. All of her soft satin form begged to be touched. Her fur now had a distinct purple tint to it. She didn’t look down when she felt him climb atop her abdomen again, that is, until she felt something hot nuzzle against her puffy labia.

Her eyes went wide as they met with his. The whites of his eyes were now black as night as he stared at her with a wicked grin stretched across his face. He spoke in a much deeper alien tone.

“I hope you enjoyed our little foreplay girl, because now it’s time for you to become a woman.”

Not waiting for a reply he pushed his now impressive sized member forward into her well lubed cunt.

“Ahhh~” She gasped as he invaded her.

Yet he was soon met with incredible resistance as her tight virgin pussy made him fight for every inch. She yelped in pain as he could feel himself breaking her cherry. Deeper and deeper her hot sweet vice strangled him spurring him on more. Deeper and deeper until he finally felt himself hit a wall. She shuddered as he prodded the entrance to her womb. Yanking back to roughly thrust hard into her he kept the walls of her pussy clamped tight around his cock, the heat and skintight embrace was exquisite. Soon her cunt began pulling on him with each outward stroke. Her folds licking and sucking on him unable to hide their adoration for his beautiful throbbing cock. Sparks of pleasure showered his member as her soft fluffy pelvis weakly began to gyrate meeting his wild thrusts. Fur tickled his balls each time he crashed against her womb. A familiar pressure arose deep in his root as the delightful buzzing of pleasure surged in his cock. His cock thickening, readying to deliver, he jammed himself deep inside her.

“Drink deep of this seed and become mine!” He roared as his cock gushed cum directly into her womb.

She wailed in ecstasy, her back arched violently, her fluffy legs clamped tightly around his waist, pussy folds spasm and undulate milking him not daring to let this nirvana stop nor a drop go to waste. Her eyebrows angled up in blissful agony, her closed eyes suddenly shoot open and look down as he pulls out and thrusts back in, resuming his thrusting into her with reckless abandon.

“Oh, did you think we were finished?” He sneered. “No no slave, we’re not stopping until every inch of you is covered, inside and out. I’m going to fill you to the brim and teach you to worship this cock you slut!”

Time began to blur for the both of them, their minds slipping away in coital bliss as on and on he ravaged her.

…

Glen slowly opened his eyes trying to shake the dense fog from his head. He ached all over especially around his lower abdomen and hips. His back felt cold, he was laying on something hard. Propping himself up on his elbows he began to flop his head around at his surroundings, still trying to collect himself. He was on the floor, naked. Just what the hell had he been doing, he thought to himself. Then his eyes fell upon a mothman hunched over with her knees held to her chest, face hidden from him. Erotic images of their bodies tangled together came crashing into his mind. Sonya. He had done something unspeakable to her.

“Sonya, I… what I… I’m so sor-“ His apology cut short as her face shot up to meet his.

“You heartless brute.” Her words simply cold. “That was my first time. Now I can’t be with anyone else.” Her countenance was befitting of the devil himself as her blood red eyes shown with the glow of hellfire. She raised a fist, fingers balled tight enough he wouldn’t be surprised if she drew blood. He turned away clamping his eyes shut, readying himself for the end.

A soft tap blew a hole right through his chest eviscerating his… huh? He opened his eyes sneaking a peak back at her. Her arm limply extended to his chest. Her face softened, looking down.

“I… I g-guess it wouldn’t be such a bad thing… being with you…” She softly stammers. She flashes her eyes at him before returning them to the floor, clutching her hand in her ample bosom. “I really… like you Glen… I’ve always liked you. I’m sorry for being mean to you all the time I just… I…” Her voice trails off as she withers.

Glen stares at her completely dumbstruck. From the way she acted around him, he had always assumed she hated him. But here she was now, her true feelings revealed, his best friend, his only friend, through the good and bad. He reached out and stroked her cheek. Her wings twitched as he made contact but she soon relaxed her ruby eyes meeting with his. With his hand he gently guided her face to his closing their eyes. Pressing her soft lips to his they exchanged a slow, sweet kiss. Wrapping arms around one another he fell back onto the floor carrying her on top of him. They remained like this for some time, lips locked together. Finally breaking away she pouted, “You better take responsibility.” Her antennas knitted together as she looked at him with misty eyes.

“Of course I will Sonya. I care deeply about you too.” He replied.

Satisfied she buried her face in his chest. “Good.” She hugged him close. He adored the warm fluffiness of her fur against his skin. They lay there cuddling for a short while, then she spoke up again.

“Then I’ll take responsibility too.” She murmured.

“Huh? For what?” He asked.

“You know, for your… cravings.” She curled up hiding her face from him.

He smiled patting then stroking her head. She’s just too cute.

Giving no protest, she simply nuzzled against his chest, the tiniest smile spreading across her face.