AFTER HOURS (FINALE)

	When you realized that you would be stuck in this lab for at least another two weeks until the holidays were over, you decided it was time to move to your last resort. It was risky, but not nearly as dangerous as relying on all the experimental, highly-potent, potentially-untested transformation products that would serve as your only source of hygiene, entertainment, and nutrition during the time stuck here. You could already feel the effects of those things altering your mental status. Sneaking into the head security room was your only option. You imagined the risk of whatever defenses were put in place was far less than the guaranteed side effects of relying on so many transformative agents for survival.
	So you snuck in. Everything seemed fine at first. After unlocking the main doors, you murmured something to yourself about how much easier it would have been if you were in control of everything like this in the first place. Then, the door to the security room slammed shut, covered by metal paneling. All the screens in the room shut off, leaving nothing but dimly flickering server lights to illuminate your surroundings. Though eventually, even those lights disappeared. When they did, a tingle went through your spine and you felt the familiar sensation of an imminent transformation. It was different this time, though. The rush wasn't nearly as spontaneous as it had been before. You could tell that your hair had gotten longer, your stature shorter, and your assets bustier; you were sure of it. Something was still off, though.
	When your sight returned, you met yourself by a wall of screens. You tried to look around, but the wall consisting of security camera displays followed your vision wherever you looked. On one of them, you saw the front door closing, cursing yourself and wishing it would have stayed open. Then the door rose again. Shocked, you attempted to will another entry in the facility open.
Once again, it worked. It then occurred to you that the server lights hadn't disappeared earlier. You did. When you made that connection you realized that you were running hot, just like the servers you had just unknowingly become apart of. That heat translated to pleasure. Your body was just burning up, calling for you to explore it to the fullest. You were hornier than you had been in any of your transformations. In exchange for control over the facility, it would seem that you gave up some control of yourself. A fact that became increasingly apparent as you gave in to temptation over the next two weeks. Your mind went wild with the ever-increasing pressure in your body. Unfortunately, there was one more significant issue. There was no release. No matter what you did, you couldn't reach the climax.
	It took over 250 hours for anyone to find you—250 hours of being on the verge of an orgasm. When your coworkers discovered you, you had long given up trying to escape. Your mind had been plagued by the desire to finally reach the apex of your sexual gratification. Fearing this transformation could be reverted, you locked the security room when employees returned.
	You were reduced to a mere slutty, begging virtual girl holding this workplace's efficiency hostage for your own desire. Eventually, employees found a solution, only to dangle it in front of you like a carrot on a stick. They forced you to praise them. They had you put on shows with your bombshell body. They had you transform coworkers by messing with machinery. You wish you could say you didn't, but you loved every second of this. Being viewed as nothing but an object to fill others' desires, being such a sexual being, it was intoxicating. The new you wouldn't have it any other way.