title: Coping with an Evil Horny Boss and His Shrink Ray aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Delathar] id: [38162611] date: 星期一, 十二月 5日 2022, 8:27:11 晚上 modified: 星期一, 十二月 5日 2022, 10:21:43 晚上

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Coping with an Evil Horny Boss and His Shrink Ray

Author: Delathar Source: Coping with an Evil Horny Boss and His Shrink Ray

ILLUSTRATION BY HungotheNomster Feline RGP #2, Delathar by HungotheNomster

SCENE 1: HI THERE!

This is a weird story. One that is so weird and crazy, that I don’t even know how to start. For that matter, where do I start it? I guess I could begin where things started getting strange, or well…stranger than usual.

Oh wait, that’s right! You don’t know me, so you can’t even picture in your head who’s talking to you. Okay, so imagine this, a cute cat girl (cliché, I know) who wears a white lab coat, with big rimmed glasses, and a pink cased cellphone. If you guessed that I’m a doctor then you’d be pretty close to the truth, but not quite there.

I’m a scientist, or rather I’m working to become a scientist. I’m one of those creatures that works in the deep dark bowls of the scientific community, doing the work that no one wants to do. Now, if you guessed by now that I’m an intern, then ding-ding! You got it! Congrats!

My name is Sophie, and to add to the clichés, which are mounting up, I live in an apartment in the downtown part of a City State. Living with me is another intern, who is also an aspiring scientist. But…using the word ‘aspiring’ might be a bit much. She’s smart and all, I guess, and she’s passed her exams well enough to get into the same internship program as I did, but she’s not as passionate. Or, well, ugh - motivated.

My roommate’s name is Becky, and she’s a hyena. A very big hyena. She’s got the curves that make guys look; a bosom that could be mistaken for two huge watermelons, hips that could snap a tree over, and she’s got belly on account of her late night gaming and snacking that some guys find appealing. To me Becky is a mooch who is not only lazy and inconsiderate but also

"Sooooophie!" I heard her voice calling out, echoing from the dark recesses of her bedroom. It was late. I had worked an extra shift to analyze the new samples we were getting from the Nano Department.

Hair in a mess, still holding my purse, I went to her room to check on her. She was, as usual, sitting on her futon playing video games. She was wearing this stupid headset with cat ears on it.

"Yo, you get the energy drink I asked for?" She was looking at the TV, unable to even glance at me.

I tossed the semi cold can over, and she caught it without looking, and with one hand snapped it open and guzzled. "Thanks dude."

For a second, I thought about saying something nasty. In the end I decided not to and just rolled my eyes. When I turned to leave however, she asked me something.

"How was the lab?" There was an explosion on the TV, digital figures blowing up into bloody chunks.

I shrugged. "Same as always. Doctor Zyas is well," I looked for a way to explain it. You see, things hadn’t really been the same. Something had changed in the last week or two of experiments. It was making me nervous.

"Being a jack ass?" She asked.

No. Well, yes. Dr. Zyas was a bit rough, that normal "Liger Guy’ exterior. Which was fitting, on account of him being a Liger and all. Someone said that in his younger years he had been way more chill and fun. Then one day he flipped a switch and changed. Something about a macro experiment gone wrong.

"He’s just cooping himself up in his office a lot. Says he’d trying to crunch the numbers on this new formula."

Becky snorted and shook her head. Leaning back a little, her huge butt made the futon creak. "Whatever. Dr. Z is sperg lord. I mean, who the fuck stays at the office all day like he does? Does he even sleep or what?" She smirked a little, "He ain’t bad looking though for an older guy. I guess he leaves at some point to hit the gym. Apparently back in the day the girls were all over that liger dick. Then, well, you know. Macro experiment, city lawsuit, shrinking, blah de fucking blah-blah."

"Yeah, sure."

Dr. Z – I mean, Dr. Zyas, was very dedicated to his research field. And while I personally didn’t think that I was destined to the field of Fertility and Virility, I could respect his devotion to the cause.

"I guess he’s got a real hardon for Viagra." Becky snort chuckled, and then laughed uncontrollably in her uniquely obnoxious way. When she was done, she settled back. "Whatever, old dudes need to get their dicks hard I guess, and someone’s gotta get the sperm count up for all those losers out there with itty-bitty ball syndrome."

That was when things had started to get a little weird. Normally Dr. Zyas was always in the labs with us, his flock of interns. The program he was running wasn’t that intensive, so the company allowed for a lot of low experience interns. Lately the Dr had been hiring even more of us than usual until the lab was practically crammed! And then suddenly he shut himself in his office.

"He’s probably having issues getting his own pecker up." Sophie finally stopped her game and looked up at me. Her cleavage was practically spilling out of her tank top! It made her smirk seem way too sultry. "From what I hear, the dude is packing a fucking Trouser Python in his pants. Supposedly it got big before the macro accident in some other accident."

My cheeks got red. "Whatever." Yeah, I had heard the rumors about that accident too. If the rumors were true, Dr. Zyas had undergone some sort of virility boost due to the accident whole a colleague had been shrunken down to the size of a bug! They tried fixing it later on, which caused the second accident that grew Dr. Zyas into a giant. It didn’t last for long. They shrunk him down, but not before he mistakenly caused enough city damage to indebt him for life. After that, word got out that he had been having a lot of 'fun' with his enhanced assets, which in turn put the college into even more debt, this time in child payments. Legally Dr. Zyas hadn’t been considered responsible, on account of his extremely high testosterone level causing him to be so horny that he wasn’t deemed mentally fit. Some people even said that the ladies that had enjoyed the food doctor had all been shipped out of the city to protect the local gene pool. Of course, this was all hearsay…

Becky saw my cheeks and her smirk got even bigger. "You’ve seen the bulge haven’t you!" Sophia got up, making the futon groan in relief. For a hyena she was rather big, standing at 6 and a half feet. Stretching, she scratched her back and walked around me. "I hear it’s been getting even bigger lately. And not only that, but that Dr. Z is a total fucking perv! Like you wouldn’t believe the amount of porn he can consume…and how down right naaasty it can get. The dude has some lusty fetishes. They say he’s still got that horny brain. It never stopped being horny."

For some reason I followed her into the kitchen. "Yeah, and those are rumors."

Only, they weren’t just rumors. A few days back I had been sent to Dr. Zyas’s office to give him a new report, and when I went in there he was standing up, working on an erase board. When he turned around, he was surprised to see me, and before he could sit at his desk, I saw something running down his thigh, and that something was as huge as a soda can! I swallowed hard, and we both pretended that I hadn’t seen anything. He was gruff and quick with me, and I got out as fast as I came in. Regardless, the rest of the day I knew what I had seen, and I wondered…was he just flaccid? As for the porn stuff and fetishes, I had no idea. They never said if they 'de enhanced' his assets.

Sophia sat down at the island table, having pulled a beer from the fridge. The bottle snapped open and she took a draught. "All I know is that pussy pounder takes a whole lotta blood to get filled up!" She took another drink, "How big do you think his baby makers are?"

The rest of the night was spent listening to Sophia talking about this and that guy that she slept with, about how big their schlongs were, and as she drank more beer I tried to remind her that we had a special expedition in the morning that we couldn’t be late for.

She didn’t listen to me, and soon there was a six pack completely drained and a passedout hyena on the living room couch.

SCENE 2: THE LONG EXPEDITION

You might be wondering what expedition I was referring to. And maybe this sounds a little strange to you, but I assure you it isn’t for me. An expedition at a Bio and Nano firm doesn’t include anyone leaving to do field research. Instead we stay in our labs and we go through a process called ‘Molecular Reconfiguration’.

Long story short, we get shrunken down.

"Is everyone ready?"

All the interns were there, two dozen of us…minus Sophia. Last I had seen her she was still on the couch passed out. Normally I’d wake her up, but I wanted her to learn her lesson! If she wasn’t going to work, then she should get written up. Besides, it was better to not have her here, then to have her here and hung over.

The lab had been cleared out of most of machines, leaving it white, sterile and with a chair and table in the middle. Everyone was crowded around the table and we were all wearing Hazmat suits that looked like thinly made astronaut suits from a campy B Science Fiction movie.

When everyone confirmed they were good to go, there came a humming sound followed by the familiar green light that bathed the entire lab. As we shrunk down, we didn’t feel anything. The ceiling above began to seemingly ascend, but we all knew that we were just getting smaller.

Within seconds we had diminished in size until we became the size of toys, and then no bigger than house ants, and then even further to size of a tick! It was then that we stopped growing, being only just barely noticeable by the naked eye.

The green light which had bathed us, pulsing rhythmically as we shrunk, began to coalesce around us, creating a green ball of energy that was tethered to the shrink ray in the ceiling. Having reached our desired shrinkage, the ball of green light lifted us up, and carefully deposited the crowd of interns on the table.

Turning off, the hum faded, and the green light vanished.

Everyone checked each other, giving shaky smiles and nervous jokes. Some of us had done this before, and for a few this was their first time. I had done it several time for Dr. Zyas.

Only, he had accompanied me each time. This was the first time that-

Thoom...

The ground, or rather, the table trembled.

Thoom...

The crowd of interns all turned to face the door, which to us spanned across a great and mighty distance. Everyone knew that we were hearing his footsteps. We watched as the door opened, and the megalithic form of a Liger walked into the room.

Each step he took shook the table under our feet, and a few almost fell over. The gargantuan feline, the size of a literal mountain, took his time walking over to the table. He was fully aware of the tremors that his mere presence was making. Despite everyone knowing the Doctor, a silence fell over the interns, specs of dust that watched solemnly the arrival of a god sized being that was fully aware of their puny existence.

Like that time I had walked into his office, I again found myself staring at the Liger’s waist. That same bulge was running down his thigh, his brown khaki pants doing very little to hide the shape of his slumbering girth. Maybe that was why all the other girls in the group couldn’t look away. Not until Zyas was up next to the table, peering down at us.

"I see from the records that everyone is accounted for." His voice boomed out but was muffled down by our bowl-shaped helmets.

The Liger doctor, with graying face fur, smiled and nodded at us slowly. He could see from his lofty height the spec like group of people down below. When he started to lean down, the air around us shifted, being pushed by his enormity.

A snout, big enough to simply lick us all up with a single lick, hung over us all. Massive purple Liger eyes darting hither and thither as he focused on all the insignificant interns, squinting a little with satisfaction. The sounds of his body could be heard with great groans and creaks.

"Today marks a new day in our experimentation. The new RNA combos that we tested with the latest Nano Bots need to be observed physically. Which is the point of this expedition you're about to embark on."

Interns looked at each other, confused a little. We knew we would be examining the inner workings of something. But of what?

Standing back up to his full height, the doctor picked a remote out of his lab coat, pointed it at the wall, and a series of panels lit up. The feed being sent to them was from our helmets, which instantly gave the viewer our perspective of the titanic feline. Zyas seemed to look at the TV’s for a moment longer than usual. A smile crept up the sides of his greying muzzle.

When everyone turned back to look at him, having been distracted by the TVs, we saw that the doctor was standing nearly against the lip of the table, which was where we stood congregated at. His crotch loomed over us all, the shiny zipper of his pants hanging over and glinting with the lights.

Without hesitation, Zyas reached down to the buckle of his belt and snapped the air as he undid it. The leather made deep straining noises as it was opened, before the clicking mechanical sound of his zipper followed.

A cry of shock went out as the Liger reached into his pants, pulling out with some difficulty the leviathan that had stretched his pants. Some of the interns ran away as the shadow of his hand crossed over the table, his fingers only barely making it around the thickness of the veiny black monster.

Having been standing back enough, I was able to watch as Zyas carefully unwound his cock, pulling the length out from his briefs, which hung over his palm, and then laying it bare across the table.

Despite his care, there was a tremor that went across the table surface, making a few interns fall over as this wall of cock meat was laid out. When the dust had settled, and everyone was standing up, we were too shocked to say anything.

His was huge! Not just to us, but to anyone! Blinking rapidly, I tried to calculate how big he was. Obviously still flaccid, I could determine that his thickness was equal to a can of soup, which to us was like looking up at five-story building. And his length measured at 12, no, 14 inches? No, he was way bigger than that! 16 maybe? If he had been standing with his dick hanging, the head of it would have reached down his thighs. Regardless, his length stretched out like a fallen over building!

"I took it upon myself to be the teste for this new project." Zyas rumbled, his voice deep as thunder. "An in-depth expedition is required for this new Male Enhancement drug, and I would prefer to have MY staff inside of ME, rather than some stranger.

"Did he just say what I think he said?" One of the other interns gulped.

"He wants us to go inside of him?"

This wasn’t unprecedented. Still, it made me nervous. I had done expeditions inside people before during grad school, but not like this!

The interns all reflected my nervousness. But what could we say to someone that could lick us up like sugar crumbs?

Suddenly I realized just how powerless we all were. Sure, there were records of today’s experiment. However, those records were all on Dr. Zyas’s computer, connected to his server. If he wanted to, he could wipe it all out just as easily as his stomach acids could wipe us out, erasing the very DNA evidence of our existence before utilizing our proteins and minerals, making us no different than any other bite of food. Would we even taste like anything to him?

"How should we proceed?" I heard someone say, and then realized it was me that said it.

The giant’s eyes seemed to move around, focusing on me. But that was impossible…wasn’t it?

Zyas smiled. He already knew the answer.

"We will begin by proceeding with an erection, thereby giving you a larger means of traversing down my urethra and into my testicles, where upon you will conduct field research and analyze the innerworkings of my reproductive organs and reproductive cells."

Someone else in the group spoke up next. "And what are we looking for, anything in specific?"

The giant nodded, his smile becoming slightly toothier. "The point of this project is to enhance male endowment in order to better facilitate insemination during breeding. Furthermore, we aim to increase the chances of actual insemination through enhanced sperm production. What you should be observing, if my work is correct, is the most virile male reproductive organs on the planet.

The rumors, all of them, had been true. Dr. Zyas had turned himself into a new mutation in the population. My brain whirled at the prospects. Was what we were doing ethical? Looking at the giant, I suddenly saw a new and evasive species. One that was cognitive of his genetic advantage, capable of not only having engineered it, but also in understanding its full implications and advantages. Surely, he knew this. Was that…was that the point of it? Was Dr.

Zyas purposefully trying to become an evasive species to the gene pool?

I shook the idea from my head. No, this was science! We were working in one of the largest RND firms in the business. There was no way Dr. Zyas had abused the system in order to do what? Make his balls virile? What would be the point in that?

Before I could ponder the answers to my worries, Dr. Zyas reached down to his member to begin the first phase of the expedition. Erection.

The group stood back some more as the Liger’s hand rested atop his girth, and then slowly stroked down the length.

"I've been enlarged since a previous lab accident some year ago. So yes, the gossip that has been going around is true." The Liger admitted. Was there a shameless hint to his voice? Like, he was gleeful of what he had done under everyone’s nose, and having enjoyed the gossip? Wait, that would imply that it hadn’t been an accident. Clearly that couldn’t be.

A strange organic nose swelled down the giant’s length. It was the sound of his member being aroused, the veins filling and the ligaments stretching. Yes, there were actual ligaments and feint muscles that stretched down his cock, having been designed to support the sheer enormity of his phallus. Dr. Zyas had put a lot of thought into the blueprint for his new dick before injecting himself with nano-bots. I realized all this as I listened to the stretches and grumbles as flesh swelled, and his urethra, the main pipeline for his semen, began to expand, its insides oozing with the first signs of precum which would lubricate the warm, pink tunnel.

Everyone looked at each other, giving side long glances as they watched the giant’s erection, hearing not only the sounds of it, but also the rubbing noise of the underside of his shaft running against the table as he swelled across the surface.

The giant had been holding himself back, but as his cock began to throb, the veins visibly pulsing alive, he let out a groan. It was deep and rumbling the air. When we looked up at him, the hint of a blush came to his cheeks. He knew we were all gazing up at him. Did he like all the attention?

The goliath Liger continued stroking himself. "I'm experiencing an increase in pleasure, likely from my raw abundance of receptive nerves."

A panda girl in the crowd raised her hand, as if he’d see such a tiny and insignificant gesture. "Are we supposed to be documenting this?"

Her voice came out from the TV’s on the wall. Dr. Zyas gave an exasperated expression.

"No, I merely shrunk you all to watch me get a hard-on. Of course! This is official-"

He stopped as a sudden wave of pleasure rode up his length, exciting his loins. Had we been near the tip of his cock slit, we would have seen it suddenly expanding, his urethra opening like a gooey cave, strands of sticky precum being exposed inside, stretching apart as his cock mushroomed.

A long growl came from the giant, not loud, but deep and shifting the air, giving it an electrical feel, like the prelude to a storm that you sense before seeing.

"Erection is complete." Zyas said, his arousal deepening his already deep voice.

The flaccid cock had stretched to over 22 inches, its girth having widened. We watched it silently, hearing the rhythmic Ba-dump throb which slapped the table with each heartbeat.

"Now, before you begin your voyage, we should take survey of my testicles."

Dr. Zyas wasn’t looking at us. He spoke more slowly, holding back his own excitement. The crooking hint of a smile at the edge of his lips gave him away.

"Survey?" A male bear asked.

That wasn’t precedent. Even I was confused. Before I could voice any protest, the mountainous doctor nodded.

"An outside survey will suffice." As he spoke, he shifted his body, pushing down his pants.

Having known that he had enhanced his testicles did not prepare me for seeing them. Everyone was shocked as we watched the doctor hitch his balls onto the table, one hand holding up his shaft as the other hand went into his briefs and pulled out his massive balls up and over the lip of the table.

As he did, a few screams went out as those closer to the table’s edge were suddenly looking up at hot air balloon sized testicles hanging over them and quickly descending. Had I looked up beyond the giant’s balls which were eclipsing his face, I would have seen his ears twitch as he listened to the miniscule screams.

By pure luck the interns under his ponderous furry-nuts were able to run back, a few falling just as the testicles made touch down, their buoyancy spreading over the table as they settled, nearly rolling over some of the interns. One however was stuck, her lower half having been pinned down by the very edge of the giant’s ball sac.

While everyone rushed to her to pull her out, I looked up and saw the glimmer of pleasure on the giant’s face. Could he feel her? Could he feel her struggles against him, and the hands of the others pushing up the sac to pull her out?

She was pulled out, and Zyas cleared his throat. "You may begin when ready." He was still holding up his cock, one hand resting against its underside, pinning his length against his abdomen. The gaping head of the leviathan nearly reached his chest. He could feel it throbbing against his abs, a drip of precum staining the doctor’s lab coat.

Two veiny black balls, each far larger than a hot air balloon, were before us. We had to crane our heads back to see them to the top, and as we visually took in their enormity, we saw the veins across them pulse.

Another female intern, a snake, swallowed. The sound of her gulp made it over the intercom. "We should begin by ascending the, the ugh, the curvature. And-and take measurements of his veins."

Why hadn’t anyone voiced the fact that the Doctor could do all of this himself? Why didn’t I say anything? Why did I instead nod in agreement, and being one of the senior interns of staff, begin to assign a team to measuring Dr. Zyas’s testicle veins?

Within minutes a crew of a dozen new interns walked up to the spherical masses. They walked slowly, like intrepid space travelers on a new planet having come face to face with a living entity that they knew nothing of. Cautiously they reached the base of the balls, the space between the two testicles. For a moment they stood there. Perhaps they were in awe.

One of them spoke up. "Log Note 1, we appear to be able to," He cleared his throat, the dog’s voice trembling a little. "We are able to hear the subject’s reproductive organs while within physical proximity."

I blinked a few times. The sounds of his cock, each Ba-dump throb smacking the table had muffled out the organic noises of his testicles. I listened carefully, trying to hear over the table shaking thumping from his cock.

Another intern lifted a recording device. Some of the interns were strapped with bags full of instruments. As she held up the microphone, we could all hear the slushing sounds inside Dr. Zyas’s sperm factories. And so could the giant, as the sound was sent to the TV’s speakers.

Everyone, including the father of the semen, could hear his baby batter being churned inside.

"Due to the copious amount of semen being produced, I have designed my testicles to churn over the mixture, helping to create stimulation for not only the sire, but also to help stimulate further production of reproductive cells."

Trying to put together what he said, I only realized as the interns began to climb up his testicles, that Dr. Zyas was saying that his sperm count was still increasing. If that was the case, then when would they stop? Was his semen merely becoming more compact with sperm, making his load ever more virile?

Climbing the giant’s sac, the interns only stopped when the leader of the survey team paused. She was near a vein. Carefully she reached out, timing her hand to the rhythmic pulse, letting the vein press against her outheld palm.

Suddenly there was a groaning noise, and the blimp sized testicles ballooned outward, swelling, and then resting with a wet Gloorp!

The voice over the intercom was shaky and scared. "S-subject’s volume of-of semen has drastically increased!"

What had nearly knocked the interns off the Doctor’s balls was a tablespoon sized amount of spunk being pushed into the reservoir of readied semen. Nearly the average amount of deliverable cum from a male had been made inside Dr. Zyas’s balls. And we had witnessed it, some almost being killed by it.

"That would line up with my projections." The giant rumbled. "Another load should be pushed into my deliverable semen within the next five minutes. Total production should amount to a daily output of one liter per testicle."

"A liter!?" I gasped.

Everyone turned to look at me, and even the giant’s ear flicked. Again, his eyes seemed to scan us, looking for the perpetrator.

"Yes." Dr. Zyas said finally, a touch of pride in his voice, either for his ingenuity, or for his reproductive capability I couldn’t tell. "A liter per day would make the male, myself in this instance, capable of breeding a plethora of females. Not only this, but it would entail certain survival mechanisms, such as washing out the semen of another male."

The men in the group exuded a palpable sense of nervousness as they looked at each other. A few of them, clinging to Dr. Zyas’s ball-sac, gulped nervously.

Dr. Zyas continued watching the tick sized interns climbing around his balls.

Occasionally they would give out notes, observations, and other bits of information which the Doctor confirmed. When they were finished, they descended.

Once the interns had all gathered, forming a crowd together, the giant doctor began to lower his cock down. This time he was more careful, perhaps aware that his rock-hard dick would surely crush us. Only this time he stepped back slowly, so that when his shaft was level to the table, the crowd of interns were left facing the gaping maw of his urethra.

All two dozen of us stared down the giant’s cave, a seemingly endless passageway of moist pink that was visibly sticky with strands of cobweb like precum.

"Your voyage should take some time." Dr. Zyas informed us. "And your route inside, while simple, will likely cause much...stimulation. If it becomes too difficult and my production of precum begins to overwhelm you, I will assist."

Whatever that meant, I had no idea. I was transfixed by the megalithic like structure before us. A temple to male virility, as if from an ancient fantasy world, was ready to gobble up the meager sacrifices brought to it.

I wasn’t the first to enter. Cowardly, I stuck to the back of the group. The first one to walk up to the gaping urethra, touched the side of the slit cautiously, their hand recoiling with string of precum hanging from their glove as the slit expanded. After a moment, the crowd of interns formed a line, and began their descent…entering the cavernous maw of Dr. Zyas’s cock.

SCENE 3: DOWN, DOWN, DOWN WE GO

Dr. Zyas was beside himself, and as he watched the tiny line of interns disappearing into his pussy pounder, he almost thundered with laughter. He had not only fooled the company, using resources well outside his department, he had also doped all these interns! In his opinion, they should have known better. If they fell for something so simple, then they shouldn’t become doctors. And, if someone like himself was smart enough to device, deploy and succeed in such a plot as this, then he deserved the benefits that he would reap. This was, after all, natural selection. It was fitting that they were going down his shaft. It was fitting that they were so small to him. And it was fitting, whatever would become of them, that they aid in his proliferation. After all, his genes were surely superior. Natural selection was HIS bitch.

The Liger purr-growled in approval as the last intern entered him. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on feeling their tiny bodies wriggling down his urethra. Despite their size, he could very well feel them. They were like tiny tickles inside him, each tickle they made sent out shivers of delight. Not only that, but the knowledge that his flock of interns were all inside his cock, the power of that made the giant very pleased with himself. Oh, there was one intern left.

That chubby hyena with the huge booty and tits. What was her name? Becky or something.

Either way, she was lazy and good for nothing. Well…not entirely. There was something that she was naturally good at, and he would be sure to put her to that use when she finally dragged herself into the lab.

Interns securely inside his cock, the Doctor stepped away from the table. He rested one hand along the underside of his throbbing shaft. Carefully he stepped back to the chair next to the table, and like a king on his throne, he sat down. Legs splayed wide; his testicles hung over the lip of the chair in the open air. They were each as large as gallon of milk, hanging down to his knees when standing. Maybe he had been a little dishonest with his interns when he told them how much cum he was making.

Sneaking inside the labs had been a mounting challenge each day of the week as his assets swelled larger. Going to work in his car, the Liger quickly made his way to his office, disappearing inside before anyone could notice just how baggier his pants were, and then how stretched they were. The sheer willpower it took each day not to whack off inside his office was mind blowing. But it had been worth it!

Dr. Zyas could feel the trail of interns inside his shaft, the front most having made it a quarter of the way down. Up on the TV’s he could see that those at the front of the party were starting to slow, as the thick precum had become more plentiful and more sludge like.

"Advancing is-is becoming more difficult," A voice crackled on the intercom.

Dr. Zyas nodded, wrapping a hand around the base of his dick. "I've designed the precum to become more slippery and sticky as the male reaches higher levels of arousal. When meeting a female, and engaging in intercourse, the size of the penis will need to be as lubricated as possible, in order to penetrate as deeply as manageable."

The intercom crackled again. On the TV the intern could be seen struggling to pull their boot up as long strands of precum held them back. "Under-understood! But it’s becoming nearly impossible to advance!"

Watching the TV, seeing the man vainly trying to move forward, Dr. Zyas could concentrate and feel where he was at in his shaft. That bead of tickling was more intense than the others.

Slowly Dr. Zyas ran his hand down his length, stopping at the halfway point. "I will...help you then."

The giant began to tip his cock upward, the pillar of phallic monstrosity, having gobbled up the interns, tilted back, swallowing them down like a python. As it did, the intercom buzzed with the sounds of all the interns crying out in shock and confusion. There wasn’t just one tickling bead, they were all practically vibrating inside him. The screens on the TV’s, subdivided so that all two-dozen cameras were showing, began to become smeared with precum as the pink walls around them closed in as the giant’s hand traveled up his length.

The hand stopped at the point of his length were the interns were, all two dozen of them spanning the length of his palm. Dr. Zyas kept his hand there, feeling the pulse of his throbs, hearing the cries inside his urethra shouting from the TV’s.

Then he pumped down.

The cries inside his train of dick doubled as everyone was sucked down, the pink walls around them, having tightened around them, and like a stomach muscle, gulped them down an entire inch of the giant’s length.

Gliding back up his length, the giant gripped the length of his cock where the interns were, and again he pumped them down.

Once more they cried out, their cameras becoming even more smeared with precum. The tip of the giant’s member dribbled a fat bead of precum, which then slowly oozed down, the length of the strand dripping across the underside of his shaft and over his knuckles.

Holding his hand up, the Liger gazed at the string of precum dangling from his hand, drooping down to the head of his dick. In the background the screams of the interns were simply that, background noise.

He reached down, gripped the top of his shaft, and slowly pushed his hand down, pumping the interns further down the gullet of his cock. The precum on his hand slathered his dick as more bubbled up from the slit, burping out wetly, oozing down his length and hand.

Another slow pump and the party of astronaut like interns reached the middle of his length. Dr. Zyas hadn’t noticed it, but his puma like tail was swishing left and right.

A stream of precum gushed up and out his cock as he continued to pump, uncaring of the commotion yelling from the TV’s even as he felt them struggling down his length. He knew he was being soft enough so as not to crush them. They were merely terrified of the voyage, and their loss of control. But he wasn’t. He was completely in control.

Pump.

The Liger’s chest expanded, and he licked his chops.

Pump.

Inside the interns cried out, being gulped beyond the midway point, beyond the point of no return.

PUMP.

They were nearing the base of the shaft. Zyas swallowed, his cheeks becoming scarlet red.

PUMP!

A hot gush of breath expelled from the gargantuan Liger as he felt the interns pressing against the final leg of their journey, having been pressed together into a squirming mass. On the screen he could see the gooey outline of a valve which opened and closed.

Hand slathered in precum, the Liger closed his eyes, concentrated deeply, working to activate muscles he had designed into his new blueprints…and the valve opened.

One last cry, and intercom became muffled as the two dozen interns were swallowed into his testicles…

SCENE 4: THE HORNY MONSTER

Everyone was moving; kicking, shoving, wriggling, making a squirming mass of interns that were all coated in Zyas’s precum. Our helmets were banging against each other, and had they not been made of a special plastic, they would have shattered! My legs were wrapped between someone else’s, and some else’s head was pushing against my back while my helmet had become a seat for someone else’s ass!

The pink walls around us made a squishing noise that was juicy, the muscles behind them squeezing and then contracting. From seemingly afar, we could hear Dr. Zyas’s deep voice muffled by his own flesh "In you --- Goooo," He sighed happily, and we were pushed inside. A shriek had built up in the back of my throat. Unlike my other intern colleagues, I hadn’t done any screaming yet, but now I felt like it was my time to contribute. However, before I could, and thinking that we’d all be pushed into Zyas’s baby batter, my shriek was prematurely cut off as we all were pushed onto a fleshy surface rather than a lake of oozing cum.

There were some grunts and groans as the spherical mass of sticky conjoined interns spilled across the pink floor. The confusion we were all suddenly faced with gave, rather surprisingly, a moment of collected calm. People looked around after wiping away the precum from their fishbowl helmets, and I could see that everyone was trying to figure out what the hell had happened.

"I did a bit more 'reworking' to my reproductive organs." Dr. Zyas’s voice boomed from afar, shaking the fleshy pink walling around us. He chuckled, knowing very well why we were confused. "Not only did I make myself exceedingly prodigious, and virile, I also reshaped some of my inner workings so as to better accommodate those inside of me."

After wiping my own helmet off, enough to be able to see around me, I saw that we had been deposited onto a sort of walkway that wrapped around the uppermost circumference of Dr. Zyas’s testicles. Luckily for us, while there wasn’t a railing to this pink ridge, we were tiny enough to not have slipped over the edge and down.

Pressing against the rim of the pink-catwalk was the Doctor’s cum. To us, mite sized visitors, the goop was as thick as tar and just as sticky. Across the vast surface of milky white, I knew that we were only seeing the smallest area of its surface. Dr. Zyas had obviously produced his full daily galloon amount of cum. Being that we were merely at the top of his testicles, the circumference the ball would become larger the further you descended. Even so, where we stood, it was like looking the surface of an Olympic pool!

Looking up ahead, and around, the Doctor’s nut sack could be easily observed. Needing no light from inside, the outside light illuminated the fleshy wall. Squinting at it, I could barely, ever so vaguely, see the faint and dark outline of the Dr. Zyas’s head. He was peered down at us, obviously unable to see us, but knowing where we were, feeling where we were, and obviously satisfied of the fact thereof.

"Sophie?" One of the larger interns, a bovine, had tapped my shoulder. "Should we go ahead and proceed?" She and everyone else was basked in a pink hue of light.

I swallowed, eyeing the fleshy dome that encapsulated us all, the veins crisscrossing it pulsed gently and rhythmically to the giant’s heart.

"Proceed with further observation." The Doctor wasn’t giving us any direction. After pausing, waiting for him to offer any suggestions, I realized that he was waiting for me to say what to do next. Was this amusing to him? "There’s twenty of us. So I want half to analyze Dr. Zyas’s inner walling here," I pointed at the fleshy walls, "And the other half to begin taking rudimentary sperm observation and then…collection," My finger swung over, pointing at the Doctor’s cum reservoir. "But," I held the finger up cautiously, "Be as careful as possible."

Being given some sense of direction not only eased the tension but gave everyone purpose. Dr. Zyas stayed silent. On the TV panels he could see what we were seeing and was likely fascinated with himself. From previous expeditions, and knowing the innerworkings of a giant, I could tell that the Doctor was still having an erection. The Ba-dump, Ba-Dump, Badump of his cock boomed in the distance, its shadowy outline shifting slightly as the giant kept it held against himself, still occasionally pumping.

I eyed the dark shape of the giant Liger’s grizzled face and grimaced before joining the others.

Stepping on the fleshy catwalk was interesting. It was soft, but also sticky. Each time I raised my foot, strings of precum gripped me, following my boot with long strands that didn’t snap, but instead pulled my boot back down again. This made walking difficult and slow, and likely felt by the giant. When we all started walking, a distant rumble of approval echoed out from the goliath being, vibrating the membrane around us.

A Bio-Reader chirped, the screen scrolling with information. The intern holding the remote sized device had pressed it against the testicular walling.

"Sophie, I’m getting some really strange readings from this."

I made my way over. "What do you got?"

To be honest, the walling had piqued my interest. While no one had said it, we all knew that we shouldn’t have been able to see the Doctor’s outline, nor should there be so much light inside. It was as if his nut-sac was halfway translucent. Yet from the outside it wasn’t.

The canine male intern shook his head. "It’s biological, but the mineral density is strange, which is an understatement. The readout seems more like a, ughh, well like a rubber." My shock came out. "Bio-rubber?"

"Veeeery good." The giant’s voice shook the very walling the intern was probing, making his hand recoil.

"I designed it so that the sac would be able to swell far larger than normal, allowing it to stretch to accommodate greater quantities of semen. While I produce a galloon per day per ball, each ball has the elasticity to hold two galloons per."

He could hold up to four galloons of cum?! What would be the need for such a vast quantity? Not only that, but why, and how, could he produce an extra two galloons a day if he didn’t just wait 48 hours without ejaculation?

Before I could say anything, a series of beeps chimed in from the other students probing the giant’s ball sac. They all came back the same, and someone realized just how strong this Bio-Rubber was. A kick in the nuts would hardly even phase the doctor.

The ramifications of this didn’t have time to be deliberated, as another intern from the other group called out to me. Reluctantly, I pulled my eyes away from the readout and trudged over to the group that had ringed around the surface of the giant’s cum. They were all taking a knee, being very careful so as not to fall in.

"Sophie, you gotta see this." The female avian gave me a nervous look as I made my way over.

Taking a knee next to her, I got settled in. "What’s up?" She wasn’t holding any instrument. A bag was laid next to her, and the electronic gizmos were out and ready to be used.

"Why haven’t you taken a sperm sample yet?"

She gave me an even more nervous look. "I know we’re small, like really small, as big as a mite, but," She shook her head. "They shouldn’t be that big."

I was confused. "What are you talking about?"

Again, she shook her head, at a loss for words. Then she pointed at the surface of cum.

"J-just look!"

I did, and it took me a moment to realize what it was that I was seeing. When I did, my jaw dropped. "Oh my god…"

While the cum was milky white, just beneath the surface was a squirming mass. After staring at it for a moment I realized that it was like looking at several schools of fish, their shifting collection wavering and hiding their individual numbers. After realizing this I focused even more and was able to see that these things had the outlines tadpoles.

At first, I didn’t recognize what I was looking at, despite how familiar I was with them. Countless times I had studied sperm under a microscope, or with a Nano-drone to observe them more dimensionally. Once I had even watched a video of the energetic cells swimming to an egg to fertilize it. But this was different. Way different.

"They’re huuuuge." I barely whispered into the intercom for everyone to hear.

The devices we brought were too small to collect even one of Dr. Zyas’s sperm. To us, they were the size of fish! How was that even possible? Even at our current diminutive size, we shouldn’t even be able to see them! Sperm are cells after all, just tiny, itty bitty cells!

Suddenly, the giant’s ball sac trembled, and I had to grip myself. I had leaned over so much, mesmerized by the schools of swimming sperm, that I almost fell in.

"My sperm should be the largest sperm of any species." Dr. Zyas said pridefully.

"Observable to the naked eye, even my own, they have been greatly enlarged to instead of penetrating a female egg, they engulf the egg. Assuring that I can fertilize any species regardless of how large I become."

I was watching the schools of sperm swimming together, voluminous schools of fish sized reproductive organs that occasionally were churned by their father’s ball sac as the organ shifted, making the surface of the cum bubble up. When it did, the surface of the cum crept up to meet my hands. Another fresh batch of sperm had been delivered into the giant’s baby batter, thousands up thousands of eager sperm.

"He’s producing even more." My voice cracked on the intercom, pulling my hands back, long strings of cum falling from my fingertips.

"I know. I felt it." Dr. Zyas rumbled contently, the black pillar shape of his cock moving as he slowly pumped its length. "You all should be very grateful You're studying the most potent and virile male on the planet. The pinnacle of not only male enhancement, but of the genetic food chain."

My mind went back to thinking about an evasive species. Was I inside of one right now? Witnessing its dominance lay bare before me?

The giant sighed happily then, the testicular membrane vibrating to reverberations of his growling purr of self-satisfaction.

"In nature, species come and go, rising to the top, and then falling as ash into the waste bin of history. Evolution, the process of rewarding those best at adapting to a changing environment, has been chugging along for millions of years. It decides who rises and who falls, becoming CONSUMED by their betters.

But evolution is a funny thing. Not always does the strongest male impregnate the most females, ensuring his genetic dynasty. Other times it was the smartest males that reproduced, perhaps realizing that it was his nuts that made babies, and not some fanciful god.

Evolution, scares those who don't understand it. Many people ignore it, perhaps afraid of it, of how it makes them feel, of how minuscule in comparison they are like motes of dust in the catacombs of history. And if you don't ignore it, and you accept it, then you, like many of the simpletons of our time, believe that we are beyond evolution! The modern world, the modern man! Unbeholden to none!

The giant pumped his length slowly and powerfully, so much so that the ground beneath us trembled, the membrane walls pulsing with arousal.

"Fools! All of them! Who ever started the notion that we aren't still evolving...well, I guess I should thank them! It's because of them that everyone fell asleep, dreaming naïve lullaby dreams where no monsters come to fuck them into extinction.

Did it ever occur to them, or for that matter, any of you in my balls right now, that we're still being tested? That, while it might not be the strongest amongst us, or the smartest, that maybe...just maybe...it's the horniest?"

The muscles and ligaments going up the tower of phallic power tensed, pushing up a glob of precum that dribbled out of the giant’s urethra.

"If I'm horny, and I fuck the most, then don't I have the higher chance of winning the Bio Lottery? If I'm not only horny but I LOOOOVE cumming inside a woman without a condom, and as DEEEEP inside her as possible, aren't my chances of winning even higher?"

The precum oozed down his length, following the contours of his dick veins before running up against the giant’s hand. He pumped up, smearing the precum across his engorged length, all the way back to the fat head atop the megalithic obelisk.

"What would happen if I was horny, loved to blow as much of my load as I could inside a woman, was even riled up by the VERY possibility of knocking her up, AND I had the opportunity to mutate myself to the goals of my perversions?"

Dr. Zyas chuckled as the next globular gush of precum burped out of his cock slit. The glob was so large that we could hear it splurt out before pooling into the giant’s hand that wrapped around his bulbus cock glands which swelled powerfully.

"That would make me the pinnacle of breeding, The monster that everyone fell asleep to. And now here I am, ready to gobble you all up, digesting you into the lineage of my prolific destiny.

No one said a word after the Doctor’s rant. Lips trembled, eyes quivered, and a few bladders started feeling a little too full as our knees quaked against each other.

"This is-this is a joke." One of the interns, a male squirrel, rattled off hysterically with a lopsided chuckle. He looked at us all, his fishbowl helmet swiveling. "I mean, we’re kidding right? The-the Doc’s just messing around, right?"

A few of the others looked to me, and then up at the vague shadowy blob of Zyas’s head, which loomed above like a mountain. Unlike us, he could see our expressions on the TV panels; we tiny the adventurers inside his nuts.

"Of course!" The Liger mountain chuckled, stroking himself assuredly, letting that pool of precum run down his length, following the palm of his hand. "I'm merely being...hypothetical."

His resonating words didn’t reassure me. Instead I felt like prey already inside the belly of a predator. The pink veiny walls around me looking more like stomach lining, and Dr. Zyas was gloating over his meal. He hadn’t needed to hunt us down. No, we had walked right into his maw, and into the belly of the perverted beast as he smiled from ear to ear.

The squirrel intern smiled too, but his smile was shaky, ready to crack at any moment.

"R-really?"

The mountainous Liger head nodded slowly. "Really..."

A collective sigh expelled from the group of intrepid interns. Their shoulders sagged a little in relief, and the squirrel turned to face me.

"Heh, no one ever said Dr. Zyas had a good sense of humor."

I smiled a little. "Yeah, guess so."

He turned, and I almost looked away from him, when suddenly he slipped. Watching him in slow motion, I saw his arms spin, trying to get balance, and then the look of terror in his eyes as he realized that he was falling over. Not forward, but backwards, into the pool of Zyas’s spunk.

Everyone cried out as the intern splashed, the walls around us pulsing, flexing excitedly, as the sire we were inside of saw the intern fall into his jizz pool. Immediately we all ran to the edge of the sticky glue-cum, getting onto our hands and knees, reaching out to him to grab his hand.

The intern was flailing in the cum, kicking his legs in the tar-thick Liger cub batter and feeling the occasional sperm head colliding against him, their heads the size of baseballs.

"HELP! HELP ME!" His cries crackled on the intercom, the pitch of his voice snapping the microphone sharply. We tried to help him. All we could see was his huge helmet, his shoulders, and his arms which smacked the surface of the cum as he tried to stay above the surface. Splashes of cum hit us as he flailed, spattering my helmet visor.

The membrane around us shook then, trembling excitedly.

"Everyone, step back!" Dr. Zyas’s voice thundered.

We all did, scurrying away. Falling back on my own ass, I wiped away the cum from my visor in time to see what was happening.

"Now, caaaaaalm down," The giant Liger murred gently, the deepness of his voice having a soothing quality.

To my surprise, the intern in his cum did exactly that. He splashed a bit more, and then slowed down, resting on his back, as if floating in a pool. Over the intercom we could hear his breathing easing and slowing down.

Had I not looked away, I wouldn’t have noticed in that moment that the veins along the testicular membrane were turning color, becoming faintly blue. Following their descending change, I saw it reach the edge of the pool, and observed the very surface of the cum begin to ripple with the coloration, having been injected with some new liquid.

"Okay! Okay," The squirrel swallowed. "I’m chill! Totally relaxed." His voice became even calmer, and then it became even tranquil. "Heh, this isn’t so bad," He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly."

"Goooooood."

I wasn’t the first to notice what was happening. Another female shrieked, pointing her gloved arm at the squirrel. "He’s-he’s falling apart!"

Wiping my visor again, I looked at the squirrel. Having relaxed, his legs had raised up as he floated on his back, exposing the tip of his boot. Only, most of his foot was gone. The thick rubbery suit around his body was falling away, sloughing off him.

"No," The intern in the cum said, "I’m fine…totally…fine."

A chunk of the boot fell off, and as it did, we saw it gel together, become spherical like an egg. His foot was then exposed, and touching the giant’s cum, we saw it begin to become slippery, drooping over, turning white and then…

"HIS FOOT JUST SWAM AWAY!"

The whole group cried out, watching as the squirrel’s foot not only turned globular, but then coalesced into the head of a sperm, and dropping off, a long tail formed behind it before the reproductive fish sized cell swam away.

This process was happening all over the intern’s body, who all the while smiled happily, his eyes opening and closing as if pumped on sedatives cocktailed with tequila. If he felt anything at all, as his body became more translucent, the edges of him bubbling into sperm heads before swimming away, then it wasn’t pain.

We watched as his entire body was converted into hundreds of Dr. Zyas’s sperm, until the very last one turned and swam away, joining the schools of sperm swimming in the depths.

Dr. Zyas was watching this too, witnessing one of his many interns being added into the vast swarm that churned inside his nuts.

The Liger groaned a little, his dick throbbing as he felt the ever so slight expansion of his ball sac swelling to accommodate the added volume to his brewing load. He even thought that he felt the energetic heads of all those new sperm hitting the bottom walling of his balls, pent up with so much energy that they were swimming more strongly than the rest.

"My oh my, is someone eager to pass on Daddy's DNA!"

SCENE 5: FUCK, I’M LATE!

Clothes flew across the room wildly, socks, bras, and panties. The hyena was grabbing them up from a pile that she had thought was clean.

"Ughhhhhh! WHAT THE HELL!- WAIT! YES! SCORE!"

Becky held up a clean lab coat, a pair of black leggings, and a purple tank top. "Okay, not the most professional setup but at least it smells clean." She grinned from ear to ear and started getting dressed, wiggling her huge butt into the yoga pants. The hyena’s wide hips were quiet the challenge for the elastic band which strained tautly. Her purple tank top faired little better, pushing her breasts together like two big fluffy pillows. And the lab coat… it barely covered even half of her ass.

"I swear I’m still having growth spurts!" Becky growled as she walked through the doorway, the sides of her hips smacking the frame. She was rather large for a hyena, standing well over six feet. When she got on the bus, she not only took up an entire seat, but her butt cheeks spilled into the seats directly next to her. Becky didn’t mind, as she liked having the extra room all to herself. Taking up as much space as possible, she listened to her ear buds, uncaring to the fellow traffickers that eyed her annoyingly as they stood in the aisle. If anyone had a problem with her, then they were clearly just jealous. When she got off the bus a few rolled their eyes as the bodaciously plump hyena.

This obviously unfair treatment continued as Becky made her way to the laboratory. Walking down the grassy lawn and up to the clean and orderly building that stood near the fringes of the university. At the front desk the receptionist didn’t even look at her! What a bitch, Becky thought, even as she groaned when the woman asked for her badge.

"Fuck me, Lisa you know who I am."

The receptionist, a rather small mouse girl, with eyes sunken back in annoyance, sighed and held out her hand. "Rules are rules. This is a-"

"A level 4 research center, blah-de-fucking-blah!" Becky handed over her badge which was scanned with a green beep, illuminating the laminated picture of a begrudged hyena.

"Thank you." The receptionist handed back the badge. Then she reached for a tablet on the desk. "Now I’ll clock you in and-" WHOMP!

The mouse’s eyes went wide. Becky’s ass cheek covered almost the entire tablet!

"Whoa there!" Becky smiled shakily. She had propped herself halfway up the desk, pinning the device under her chubby butt. "Yoooou knoooow…time is relative…right?"

The receptionist’s face darkened, and her cheek twitched a little as she glared at the hyena’s ass cheek. "All employees and grad students need to be-" She stopped, and watched Becky’s ass roll over some more, enveloping the tablet entirely.

Again, Becky interrupted her, as she sat herself even more on the tablet. "Is that policy?"

She asked, not looking at the receptionist. Becky’s face had tightened up a little as she flexed her buttocks.

The mouse was about to answer her when there was a sudden CRACK! Her eyes went wide as Becky rolled herself back off the desk.

"Oh, darn it now!" Becky put her hands on her hips and looked down at the destroyed tablet. "They just don’t make them like they used to, now do they?"

A little plume of smoke trailed out of the wrecked tablet along with a sputtering of sparks, making the receptionist groan.

With a smirk, Becky walked away. There was a little more pep in her strut as she made her way to the lab. She wondered what the doctor had cooked up today! Whatever it was, she was in a hell of a good mood now!

SCENE 6: YOU GUYS TICKLE!

Okay, we left off at a lofty cliff hanger, didn’t we? Well that’s because I had to explain the impending doom that was fast approaching us; my total bitch of a roommate. So, let’s go back to where we left off, which is fast approaching where I am now.

"He’s-he’s been turned into sperm!" Someone shouted, as said sperms were still visibly swimming around the surface of the pool of cum. Could they hear us?

I watched them, horrified at not only the sight, but the implications thereof. What if that intern was still conscious as he swam around in the goopy vat? No, that would be impossible! I pushed the thought aside.

"Now, now everyone, Let's calm down," Dr. Zyas’s voice rumbled, even as the sticky surface of his baby spunk rose like a pool of magma. Despite the deepness of his voice, we could detect a hint of mirth. "Eveeeerything is going to be juuuuuust fiiiiine. I promise."

The intercom crackled with another intern. "But-but Doctor! He’s-he’s gone! You-you turned him into reproductive cells!"

There was an organic squishing noise that stretched down the giant’s cavern of dick, sounding above the vast testicular chamber. Was that a happy throb of delight?

"I suppose I did!" Dr. Zyas replied, that hint of mirth becoming more palpable. "Would that mean he's carrying my DNA?"

I thought about this and I found myself speaking next. "Most likely, yes." My voice was quiet, submissive almost. I had some understanding about transformation technology.

Another stretching worked down the massive cave of dick. "My, oh, my!" Dr. Zyas chuckled. He could see the level of the cum in his balls rising even more as he spoke, making the dozens of interns’ step back nervously. Could he hear their panicked breathing too? So many helmets were fogging up with anxious perspiration.

"That would be a very advantageous evolutionary feature, wouldn't it?" Dr. Zyas asked. "Being able to consume biological substance and reconfigure it into even more reproductive materials."

Some of the interns were slipping as they stepped back. A slimy like substance was being secreted by the flesh we stood on and was even dripping down the walls of the chamber. One student fell over. Two others reached down to grab her and slipped as well!

My back was already against the slimming wall. I watched the trio scramble to get up, which apparently could be felt by the giant we were inside of, as the Liger’s testicles quivered in hunger.

"Admittedly, that feels pretty good," Boomed the giant. He was watching the screens on the wall showing the trio struggling to get up, but instead were sliding ever closer to the encroaching milky lava. But when he felt his balls quiver, the Liger looked down. To his amazement, he could see his two huge fuzzy white orbs twitch.

"Someone help us get up! Oh-oh shit!" One of the interns reached out to the others, all of whom had their backs against the pink walls.

Zyas watched his balls twitch again. Were the organs reacting to the tasty interns walking inside them?

The three slid back, sliding right into the hot vat of liger spunk. They splashed and thrashed, kicking up splashes of cum. As they did, everyone could see the transformation, their bodies breaking apart into dozens of fish sized sperm by the second. Until at last the surface of the cum was still once more, calm as a placid lake, and yet brimming with sperm just beneath the surface. Then the cum continued to rise.

"Now that I really felt," Zyas stated openly. He kept looking from the television screens to his veiny orbs, wanting to see what was happening inside himself while at the same time curious about how his body was responding. He hadn’t planned on making his testicles flex like that. What a fascinating adaptation! He’d have to remember to make note of it in his logs. Having a body that was as eager as himself to become virile sent a delightful shiver down his spine, his tail swishing happily.

"This experiment is proving itself far beyond my expectations." The giant rumbled, even as he listened to the continued outcries that crackled from inside him.

"Wait-what?!" Someone screamed on the intercom. "This was on purpose!?"

The giant’s eyes widened a little. "Why yes, of course! Can you even imagine the possibilities? The evolutionary benefits of being able to directly, and instantaneously, produce more sperm via deposited biological material? It would give any male a vastly superior advantage in procreation," Zyas chortled a little, putting one hand on his hip. "If any of you would care to look up, you'll notice there is a new testicular valve."

I blinked in confusion and found myself looking up. Directly above the rising vat of liger jizz, I could see the organic valve he was talking about. How had I missed that!?

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!" Dr. Zyas boomed. You little grad students should have been more observant! That valve is a part of a new intestinal line from my stomach. Bypassing the small and large intestines, my stomach will, upon my muscular command, deposit organic material that I have consumed directly to my testicles. How about I give a demonstration!"

The dozens of interns, with their backs against the warm pink walls of the giant’s ball sac, felt the ground sway left and right in long swoops as if they were on a carnival ride. There was a sudden out cry that made the giant stop.

"Oops!" Zyas thundered. "I'll go a little slowly." He snickered, reached down and softly caressed the side of one his balls, his hand stroking it like a soccer ball.

They could see the dark outline of his massive hand against the fleshy wall of their imprisonment.

Zyas couldn’t remember the last time he had so much fun! He felt giddy making his way to the cabinet, with one hand steadying his spunk banks whilst he listened to the choir of pleas coming from them. He couldn’t have imagined how good this was going to feel! How powerful he felt, knowing they were inside him, knowing how tiny they were to him, knowing that they were inside the belly of a beast, his colossal nuts.

"Almost got it! Almost now!" He giggled, clearing his throat professionally as he took something out, and then shuffled his way back to the table. In his hand he was holding a wrapped steak.

Food never aroused the liger. However, knowing full well what he was about to do made the length of his girthy mast throb eagerly.

"The average male is able to ejaculate two to three full loads per day." Zyas explained as he unwrapped the food. "After his first ejaculation, he is capable of following up with a second load within approximately thirty minutes. However, this secondary charge is rather insignificant to the first. And that is an evolutionary dead end if you ask me!"

The liger’s maw was drooling as he looked at the steak in anticipation. "The solution to this, as you've witnessed from your fellow interns, is simple, powerful, and downright revolutionary in the game of evolution!"

Opening his mighty maw, strands of drool hung from his fangs, his cavernous gullet red, his throat darkening to the inescapable pit of his stomach. He bit down, only chewing a little in his excitement before he swallowed. The liger’s neck bulged with a widening noise as the food went down his neck and disappeared.

From inside the giant’s nuts, Sophie could hear the distant splash of the meat going into the titan's stomach, like hearing a crash from many floors above on a skyscraper. "No that I have consumed the food, I need only concentrate and..." Dr. Zyas closed his eyes in focus and flexed a new abdominal muscle.

Sophie steadied her breathing as she heard a wet noise that sucked and then gurgled, the damp sounds traveling down floor by floor, like a wet wrecking ball rolling down the stairwell.

Zyas, one hand on his stomach, felt the bulge of chewed up food descending down the new intestine that he himself had genetically engineered. He marveled at it, completely taken by the experience. It was akin to a warm tickle, not too unlike a cozy shot of liquor.

An intern pointed up, and everyone saw the organic valve above the tank of cum open.

The steak, only partially chewed from the giant’s excitement, fell into the sticky batter with a splash!

Zyas felt it. He purred a little, his cheeks becoming lightly pink as he listened to the commotion of his students.

"Now, now everyone." Dr. Zyas looked at the monitors, and saw the interns wiping off their helmets from the backsplash. "Make sure to watch! This is especially important. You don't want fo miss seeing how many I'm about to make!"

Wiping the mess from her helmet, Sophie looked over. She didn’t know why. Was she in shock? Was this how people reacted to the inevitable? She should have been finding a way out.

Instead she was mesmerized in terror and fascination.

In the cauldron of liger spunk, the boulder sized mouthful of steak was floating, bobbing gently up and down. Around the circumference of the steak that was submerged, she could see dozens…no…hundreds of fish sized sperm wriggling away as they were transformed.

"My god," Sophie gulped. She couldn’t look away from the literal school of sperm that were being made from the steak, their big heads darkening the surface of the white spooge as more and more were produced. Gradually the boulder of steak began to shrink, like an iceberg melting. Finally, it tipped over, crashing into the cum, and kicking off hundreds more of the giant’s reproductive cells. The dark outline of the diminishing steak could be seen, gradually breaking away into the last sperm.

Having been watching the televisions, Zyas rumbled in approval at the creation of his cellular progeny. They were so damn eager!

The giant boomed with satisfaction. "I call it, SPERMIFICATION!" A smirk worked up the giant’s face. The liger could feel his newly made sperm swimming inside him, their eager heads hitting the walling of his testicles. He chuckled. "Damn, are my swimmers strong!" The giant’s eyes widened a little and he started to crack up. Then he laughed, a great and thunderous laugh. The intern’s microphones screeched from the overload, making them bend over, smacking their helmets. Then they cried out, trying to keep their balance as the testicular chamber shook with his delight.

How long had it been since he laughed like that? God! Dr. Zyas’s chest heaved mightily. This was invigorating!

"With this new reproductive trait, a male could stud all day! Inseminating one female after another. Filling his loins with copious amounts of virile cub seed and gushing it inside the womb of any female of any species, swelling her belly with my ilk, and then simply eating a sandwich before sauntering over to the next bitch! Just imagine the possibilities! Womb after womb after womb filled with my cubs!

The slimy secretion on the walls was beginning to make some of the interns slip off. They scrambled to get back up with all their energy. Dr. Zyas felt them and he wondered if they would be just as strong when they were carrying his DNA?

"Wait," Sophie’s voice crackled over the intercom. She hadn’t fallen over yet, but her feet were slipping back and forth. "You-you just said your cubs? What do you mean?"

Dr. Zyas was watching the televisions, waiting to see another grad stupid slide into his cum. "Oh, did I let that slip?" The liger chuckled, making the walls of his cum balloons tremble. "Drats!" Zyas shook his head and sighed. "Well, I guess the cat is out of the bag now!" He looked at the televisions, wanting to see the expression on their faces. "Yes, I am going to be that male, No one else is going to enjoy the work of my genius! I'm going to become the most virile male in the population, and my legacy will live on forever! What woman will be able to resist a night with the most endowed man she's ever seen? Who will be able to connect the dots as I move from city to city, like a wild animal sowing my oats? No one! My face will be seen in the next generation, and my superior genes will pass on! That's the game of life, of evolution! And I'm going to win! And...and..."

The white-hot cub magma was beginning to rise again, pooling out, reaching their feet inch by inch. The surface bubbled with wet plops!

A smile crept up the feline’s face as he felt his load brewing. His purple eyes glinted. Reaching down, he cupped the sides of his testicles, the dark outline of his hands showing to those inside him. "And you're going to help make that happen. Every. Last. One of you."

All three dozen interns cried out as the giant lightly squeezed his balls, making the surface of the cum pour over them. There was nothing they could do to stop it. There was no where they could escape. The rush of seed poured over like a wave. Zyas relaxed his hands, and the wave receded back, pulling them with it.

Zyas listened to their final outcries with a smirk, seeing their view cameras being rushed with a wave of his spunk, being entirely enveloped in the goopy baby batter, their arms and legs kicking around as they tried to swim. His eyes became wide as he watched the televisions begin to fill with fish sized sperm, made up from the interns, transformed into the ink that would write his legacy.

"Now, now! No need to be hollering so much" The liger chuckled, his predatory ears flicking at the sounds of his prey. "This is just evolution! You're merely being broken down into the more superior being. Me! Making me your daddy, haha!"

As the chorus of outcries began to settle, Dr. Zyas felt his balls expand against the palms of his hands. He looked down, genuinely impressed by the load they were making. "Whoa! Heheh, well now!" The liger swallowed, purring as he felt his testicles swell even more heavily, the weight of his growing load making his balls dip further down his thighs.

The TV’s were filling with even more sperm, which were multiplying at an alarming rate. Did he make even more sperm with people as opposed to food? The mad scientist had only planned on spermifying his interns to keep his work secret. Allowing anyone else to replicate his work was unacceptable! They were sacrifices, no different than the construction workers of a pharaoh’s tomb.

This veiny tomb just so happened to be Zyas’s overgrown spunk bags.

Feeling his hands filling even more, the stretched surface of his ball sac tingling with the, what to him, were tadpole sized sperm, the feline’s cheeks turned pink-warm. "Heheh, the more the merrier I suppose!" He swallowed again. "Hmm, those ones are even stronger swimmers."

The gallon sized testicles had each ballooned to a gallon and a half. No longer the size of soccer balls, they were the size of a basketballs! There was no way he’d be able to stuff them back into his pants. The zipper would fly off!

The final outcries from the interns had faded away, and the television monitors showed what appeared to be a view from inside a swimming school of sperm. Their oval heads and wriggling tails were passing by as they swam. When his reproductive organs flexed, churning the soup of feline gene codes, he saw them being pushed around, becoming erratic.

"Heh, sorry guys, I'm a little busy in the loins." Zyas smirked, and this time purposefully flexed his nuts GLURP! pushing the sperm in all directions.

Rolling his mighty shoulders, the liger exhaled. "Lets find out if you can make daddy proud." His smirk crept back up as he heard their tiny shrieks. Zyas patted his balls, rubbing them lovingly as he thought about what he was about to do.

This expedition was only getting better.

SCENE 7: IT FEELS SO GOOD

"You all feel soooooooo goooooood!" Dr. Zyas thundered, his voice deeper than before, making the confines of the testicular prison vibrate. The schools of sperm swam even faster as their liquid thick home vibrated.

Zyas was trying so hard not to jack off on the spot. Looking at his pulsing mast of veiny dick, which was dribbling in eagerness, he swallowed and tried to control himself. If he blew a load of tadpole sized intern-sperm all over the floor, it would be such a waste! After all, he had to know if intern-turned sperm would still function. Not that he was planning on shrinking more people and eating them, or shoving them down his cock, but…well…for science! He had to know.

"Damn it all, where the hell is that fat ass bitch of a hyena?" The liger growled. He had factored that she would be late this morning. Becky was late every morning. She was unremarkable as an intern and student, but she had hips that could cradle a litter of his cubs, a wonderfully phat booty, and not only that, but she was known as a notorious slut. Which in Dr. Zyas’s opinion meant that she was as nature had intended her to be; prime A breeding material. Even her extra bit of chubbiness would help nurture his offspring in her womb. All very natural and good! Most importantly, she was on hand for him. At any second, she would be there…any second now…

"Ughhhhh!" Zyas growled. He combed back his black mane, taking a deep breath even as the veins on his balls flexed, churning his virile, albeit complaining, load over. Within that load was the progeny of the next generation, scientists that would have been able to replicate his work. Which was why he made sure that they would be taking a one-way trip down his cock.

Now all they would be replicating would be his DNA.

His cock was throbbing over the table, a massive obelisk of veiny virility that was ready to burst.

"Rrrrr! I want to breed! I want to fuck! I want impregnate that fat ass, loud mouthed, BITCH!"

He reached down, having to bend over slightly to cup the undersides of his basketball sized nuts. Squeezing them, he felt them surge around inside, his schools of protesting internsperms. Their tiny heads collided against his ball-walls, tapping his huge palms which had darkened their warm-pink world. "Ooooooh yeah, you itty bitty me’s are excited! What, you don’t want to go on a one-way trip down my spunk hose and into Becky’s hot and sticky pussy? Huh? What’s that?"

Dr. Zyas’s thunderous purr rippled the swimming pool of cum and wriggling-mad sperms. He continued to grope his sloshing balls, enjoying the leathery stretching noises they made, the liquid squilsh, splurt, sqluuuush, each time he squeezed, and the choir of protest as he did so.

"Oh trust me, I'm gonna put every one of you as far up her womb as I can cum! And soon that bitch is gonna be momma'ing my cubs!"

SCENE 7: DOCTOR, IT’S SO BIG!

Being a big bitch isn’t easy. Sure, you usually get what you want. Sometimes however, it’s freaking annoying when people resist. For example, Sophie had been a serious thorn in Becky’s big ass. How was that possible when She was so puny? Granted, the little cat girl did all the grocery shopping, and she always got Becky her energy drinks and beer on her way home, and there was no doubt that she fixed up the hyena’s lab reports at the end of the day.

But what so hard about waking her up roommate up in the morning?! That was the thorn in the canine’s jiggling booty as she made her way to the laboratory. She had crushed the receptionist’s tablet, yet she was bound to get another. Plus, she’d wise up. There were only so many times that Becky could pull that crushing maneuver.

"You would not believe traffic this morning! The wide hipped hyena puffed as she pushed her way into the lab. "I think there was a plane crash or something. Tons of cars were piled up! You wouldn’t believe it – I mean, they’re all cleaned up by now, and it wasn’t big enough to get on the news, so you don’t have to check."

Becky had seen her boss-doctor in her peripheral vision as she made her way in. Going to the cupboard in the wall, she put away her purse. "And then oh my god! The receptionist would not shut the fuck up! Yada, yada, yada! Blah, de, fucking blah! She just kept going and going. When I thought she was done, she then asked me to fix her tablet. I guess she dropped it or something."

Dr. Zyas had been watching the plump hyena the second she burst into the lab. He had nearly fallen out of his chair when she barged in. Purple eyes as wide as plates, and then slowly narrowing with an arched brow, he followed her going around the lab. Apparently, she was unaware of the massive black and veiny schlong on the table, its veins pulsing.

Turning to the doctor, the hyena put her hands on her broad birthing hips. "Can you believe thaaaat OH MY GOD!"

That was what the good doctor was waiting for. Finally! He was wondering when the loud-mouthed bitch would get a clue.

A smirk crept up the liger’s face, replacing his bewilderment with a cool and collected serenity that was sharp, gleaming with a predatory hint. He shrugged, his head tilting. "Are you done blathering out excuses for being late?" Those eyes of violet turned up, narrowing on the hyena.

Becky stammered something. What was she trying to say? Was she in shock, or awe, or in amazement and horror? How fucking big was that thing? It was monstrous! Had she ever seen one that huge? Maybe on an overgrown elephant, and that was pushing it. No, there was no way she had seen anything that meaty, even on the internet. Damn, she could hear it throbbing, the underside smacking the table, going thwap, thwap, thwap.

The hyena gulped, holding her hands together at her waist. "Ugh, you seem happy to see me doctor." She smiled wryly, her teeth showing nervously.

"You’re late." Dr. Zyas said, taking his eyes from her as if too mighty to even be annoyed by her antics. "And I don’t need the receptionist to tell me this isn’t a first-time offense. You realize that your colleagues have been here for well over an hour?"

She blinked. "Wait, what, seriously?"

The liger rolled his eyes in exasperation. "Didn’t you get the memo before leaving yesterday, or did you leave early again…like usual?" He glanced back up at her, sitting back, his other brow arching as he tapped the desk with his fingers.

Looking at the tapping fingers, a bead of sweat formed on Becky’s forehead as she tried not to stare at the pipe of cock right next to the drumming fingers. Was he teasing her? No! There was no way she was being turned on by her horn dog of a boss. Okay, the rumors were true, and that surprised Becky. She thought she had the feline pegged as a liar, and that he had spread the story to boost his ego. Wrong! They were true, all of them! Wait, did that mean that the other rumors were true too, that he had orchestrated that lab accident?

Before the overly thick hyena could think on it, Dr. Zyas groaned.

"You were so close to graduating from this laboratory too. After three years of working here, it’s a shame to see that all blown away."

Becky stepped up suddenly, her eyes becoming panicked. "Wait, wait, wait! I can make up for this! I promise, totally, cross my heart and hope to die."

Zyas sat back. "Oh, care to explain?"

She swallowed dryly. "You-you said the others were already working. I read the memo." She hadn’t. As usual, Sophie had told her about the details as she half listened to her in annoyance. "They were going on a nano expedition this morning. Something organic or whatever." Never having gone on one herself, the hyena prided herself on never shrinking. That just wasn’t her style. If someone else wanted to get as tiny as a flea and explore her clit, then that was one thing.

A smirk crept up the other side of Zyas’s maw. "Color me surprised." He nodded. "Canines do have some brains."

Becky normally would have growled at that, her lips pulling back in a snarl as she rolled her up her sleeves, ready to lay a smack down. Somehow, she didn’t feel like that in the moment. Instead she felt the warmth of hope washing over her anxiety. There was a way out of this! She’d do anything!

"Anything!" She proclaimed, stepping closer to the table, putting her hands down on the other end.

The massive black schlong peered at her; its black urethra slit dribbling a droplet of precum. Becky noted this. Another sweat droplet formed on her brow.

Folding his hands together, Zyas rested his muzzle on his knuckles. "Anything?"

A third sweat droplet. Becky tried to swallow. Her throat was too dry. "Y-yeah.

Anything." Was that a bad answer to give him, or was it the answer she wanted to give him? Her heart was starting to hammer in her chest, she could feel it pounding. She tightened her thighs together squirming on the spot.

Zyas didn’t mind that the hyena was obnoxious and domineering. He had met her kind before. While he could only stomach them for so long before remolding them into the submissive puppy dogs they were meant to be, he enjoyed the fire in them. There was something appealing about filling an alpha female with his seed, knowing that she was the cream of her pack, and that he was sowing his generation into theirs, fathering strong sons and daughters to strong mothers.

That’s what Becky was, prime A breeding material. She just didn’t know it. Not yet.

Those feline eyes of purple peered into the hyena, pulling them into their violet pools.

"On your knees."

Her mouth opened and closed, trying to say something. She shook her head, as if in a daze. "What, right here?"

Standing up, the cat peered over at her, walking over slowly. As he did, Becky found herself lowering herself to her knees. The movement felt awkward. She had never knelt for a man before, or anyone. The position felt foreign to the bodacious hyena. Putting her hands on her lap, she sat her big butt on her ankles.

Zyas watched her ears fold back. That was natural for her kind. Her eyes followed him, and he could see what she was gazing at him with her eyes wide open.

The black mast of veiny cock swayed with each step he took, its girth moving slowly left and right, the fat and ponderous head bobbing up and down. Moving gracefully, slow and controlled, the liger walked over to the hyena on her knees. He stood before her, his fist sized cockhead merely inches from the tip of her nose, trembling with each Ba-Dump, Ba-Dump, Ba-Dump of his heart.

Now that the liger was standing, Becky could see how utterly massive the cat’s basketball sized testicles were. To say she was shocked would be an understatement. Her heart was stuck in her throat as she took in their sheer enormity. The fluffy white sperm banks were literally SLOSHING with each step he took. She could hear the organs within pushing the thick cub batter over, churning the DNA soup as if they were cement mixers, keeping his virile brew lively and fresh.

"I-I take it your experiment went well." Becky found herself saying in a small voice. She had never even heard herself sound like that before. She seemed distant even to herself. Why did she want to reach up and touch those warm fluffy balls? Her hand twitched, and she gripped her thighs to control herself. The hyena’s nails nearly ripped her leggings.

"Very." Zyas purred deeply. "And, as the expedition has reported to me, my enhancements are now complete."

She blinked, confused. "You’re what?"

His smirk turned into a toothy grin. "You’re looking at not only the most virile male on the planet. You’re kneeling before the next step in evolution."

She was what?! Becky’s eyebrow turned upwards in confusion. "Ugh, really?"

A flash of annoyance came over the liger as he bristled. "Yes."

"Right!" Becky caught the hint, her cheeks turning even redder. "Whatever you say boss!

Ugh, and-and you said the expedition went good, so, where are they?"

That grin crept back up the liger’s face. There was a strange noise that rippled from his loins, those over sized sperm factories. They twitched in excitement. Zyas could see the white’s in her eyes as she turned her stare to his vats of sticky lineage.

For the sperm swimming inside the liger’s balls, they could see the gargantuan outline of Becky’s face as their DNA creator walked towards her. His steps had made the ocean of cum tremble with each footfall as he approached the mountainous hyena face. The geniuses of her colleagues then little more than cells with a singular purpose and drive.

"Your fellow interns have found a new calling in the field of reproduction." The liger, his voice deep and potent, resonated to the spermified interns swimming in his balls, and tickled the back of Becky’s ears, making them splay even more in submission. If only that voice was speaking against her neck with his hot breath and the tips of his fangs.

"And-and what’s that?" Becky tore her eyes from the white low hanging melons, peering up at the liger.

Zyas slid his hands to his hips. "Carrying the genes of my progeny."

Ears completely folded against the sides of her head; Becky gazed back down at the liger’s balls. Were her friends and colleagues seriously swimming around inside those over swollen cub-mixers? She knew that the doctor had recently worked with transformation nanotechnology. Becky had helped him order the parts for his DNA NANO manipulator. Was it even possible though? Despite even her laziness, the hyena knew that theoretically it could be done. No one had, well, not yet that is.

Splayed between her feet, Becky’s mound of pussy, concealed by her black yoga pants, was becoming warmer. A dark spot was forming, and as she inhaled the scent of the potent male, her camel toe practically steamed in anticipation. She squirmed, her thighs tightening together even more as her face became flustered, each cheek a strawberry ready to gush.

"Now," Zyas said, breaking her concentration. "You’re going to make up for all your late slips, and you’re going to advance science with me." He spoke deeply, one hand reaching down to cup the side of her cheek, his thumb stroking over her lower lip.

Four droplets of sweat ran down Becky’s brow. She opened her mouth to say something, but instead she took in the tip of his thumb. What?! She was wanted to curse at him! Yet all she could do was suckle on him, gently gnawing on his finger. How was he doing this to her?!

Pleased with her behavior, the liger allowed her to nibble on him, turning his hand to stroke under her chin as he pulled his wet thumb out.

From dry throat, to mouth salivating with drool, Becky wiggled herself closer to the liger. The tip of his fat cock bopped her nose, a drip of precum hanging from the tip of her nose. Her nostrils flared, smelling his scent, causing a chain reaction within her body that fired off a series of hormones. FUCK! Why was she doing this? It felt so good and so right. Between her thighs, her pink flower became even hotter, her womb tickling in need. Oh god, her mother had warned her about this! Why hadn’t she listened to her?!

Becky eyed the white orbs as she sniffed the liger’s shaft, her warm breath trailing over the sensitive black flesh, following the heavy veins which throbbed. When she pulled back, she looked up at the giant, the head of his bulbous dick eclipsing her snout. She couldn’t deny how powerful the liger appeared to as he stood over her, his manhood full erect, his balls slopping over what used to be other people. Was it really in her nature to submit to an alpha male?

Zyas purr-growled in satisfaction when he felt the warm and delicate tough of her tongue licking the slit of his cock. Mixing drool with precum, Becky tasted him. He was so sweet and

sticky! She lapped again, causing a sting of precum to burp from the liger’s shaft, falling across her chest and lap which she still clung to her hands, her nails ripping the leggings. He was delicious! The signals on her tongue sent a shiver of electricity down to between her legs.

Lick, Lap, Lick, Kiss, Lick, Smooch, Slurp, Gulp, Glurp

Traversing down the feline’s formidable length, Becky found her tongue losing drool halfway down. She pulled her tongue back to wet herself before continuing the long journey.

From inside Zyas’s balls, the megalithic hyena head loomed closer to them, becoming a goddess like figure. It was as if the moon in the shape of Becky was crashing into the planet!

Drawing nearer to the cat’s jizz-melons, Becky’s nostrils flared as she licked, turning her head to nuzzle the fuzzy white orbs. When her nose pressed into the soft-leathery sac, she felt the buoyancy against her nose. The warm and sticky batter inside was radiating warmth.

"Good girl," Growled from above, the liger rewarding her by stroking the top of her head, this thumb scratching behind one ear. It had been so long since he bedded a woman like this.

How many years had passed since the ‘accident’ at the lab that shrunk his friend? The memory of his wife, her hourglass body, exuding with maternal desire, was still vibrant in his mind. Closing his eyes, he could see her, he could smell her, a canine in desperate need, her womb empty, her eyes begging. She had tasted so succulent. Her shrunken husband’s gaze so empowering, his insignificant predicament roiling the cat’s churning ego.

Zyas relieved that old memory as Becky kissed his balls, reaching under to massage their hefty undersides. Her fingers sunk in. She massaged him as he relieved that old time. When she pulled back, opening her maw to fit the head of his cock in her mouth. Zyas peered down in amusement. It was cute watching her struggle to fit her mouth around him. He rewarded her efforts by using both hands to rub her ears.

Becky looked up at him with only half of the fat cockhead in her mouth. She had a pouty expression as drool dribbled down the corners of her mouth, the cock slit pressing against her tongue oozing more precum across her slavering pallet.

"Aw, is that too much for you?" Zyas smirked, enjoying her face becoming even redder. Now he could smell her need, as the canine’s camel toe was slobbering between her feet, drips of pussy juice making it through the stretched tight material.

Lowering himself down, Zyas guided the hyena backwards, her fat ass pillowing on the floor, and then her backside as she laid back. Her legs were splayed open and she sat up on her elbows, nervously looking down at the feline between her thighs. She was so wet! This was so embarrassing! Her family was going to kill her when she told them she continuing the family like with a FELINE alpha.

Hands on her knees, Zyas straddled himself closer. Laying his throbbing mast across her warm mound of pussy, his length stretched up to her abdomen! The underside of his cock pulsated, smacking the wet pussy mound with each heartbeat. The rhythmic slaps were moist, the underside of his cock being steamed wet by her radiating arousal.

Becky gasped when the liger hitched his hips, running aground his shaft across her crotch, and then back down again. Biting her lip, she trembled, gazing at his gaping wide cock slit which dribbled out precum, marking her torso with a long oozing drip as the head of his cock pushed past her abdomen and up to her chest. His precum drooled over her cleavage. If he kept this up, she would be smelling like his scent for weeks! There was no way she going to be able to hide this from her parents.

It had been so long since he’d been in his natural element. Zyas wanted to savor it. Completely. So, he did. Running his cock back, he pressed the head of it against her camel toe, delighted to hear to squishing noise as pussy juice was squeezed out of the yoga pants.

"My, oh my, is someone’s delicacy in need." The liger chuckled deeply. He pulled back even more, lowering himself to his hands and knees. To Becky, he appeared like a wild animal, his maw opening over her sex in ravenous need. When he dipped down, licking her thigh, his fangs grazing, she couldn’t help but tremble.

"Z-Zyas," Becky quivered, and then stammered as she watched him pull at her leggings. The thin layer of black peeled from her body, her thick thighs, her dripping wet pussy, down her legs, over her calves, and then tossed aside.

Hands on her knees, the hungry liger loomed over her exposed sex. He licked his chops in anticipation, lowering himself down until his hot breath gushed over her molten folds.

Lick

Becky shivered, wincing as she gripped the floor as hard as she could. His tongue was so big, his taste buds rolling over her clit so slowly and powerfully.

Lap

The liger was inquisitive with her flower. He treated it as if he were exploring it for the first time. Curious about her taste, her pedals, the way her clit reacted to suckles and kisses.

Satisfied, he delved deeper, his tongue pressing into her sticky tunnel that was creaming in preparation for the black beast.

Grazing on her pussy, eating her as if she were a succulent peach with juice that flowed over his lips, the liger’s tail swiped the air slowly as the hyena gasped and moaned. She couldn’t hold back as she climaxed on his mouth, gushing his tongue with her needy nectar. Zyas took it in, wetly lapping away, guzzling in her feminine scent. When he pulled back, drips of pussy juice hung from his chin. He was grinning proudly at the mess he made, at the quivering thighs that were saturated in juice and drool.

"Turn over." Zyas’s words, deep and like an echo, traveled into Becky’s ears as if from a distance. In her horny stupor she nodded. How many times had she already cummed? Each climax was like a firework that exploded, but then exploded again and again, growing into a mighty display that shook the sky!

Shakily, she turned over, her fat ass swaying into view as she got onto her knees. Laying down on her elbows, the hyena pushed her hips back, presenting herself fully to the feline.

Gazing over her shoulder at him, she had half lidded eyes that pleaded as she swooned her hips left and right in invitation.

Now that was a fat booty! Zyas’s grin split across his face. He had read before that big butts were a good indicator that offspring would be nutritionally taken care of during development. This was supposedly the reason why any man worth his salt could appreciate a round butt, same as a bountiful bosom ensured plentiful milk.

Gripping each huge cheek, the liger delighted in seeing his fingers sinking in. Reaching down, he cupped the underside of his shaft and levied it up.

SMACK!

The pipe of cock laid between the booty, a huge hot dog between two huge buns. The world of sperm could now see Becky’s gargantuan booty.

"How about a little television?"

Brow arched; Becky’s attention was caught when the TV panels on the wall in front of her turned on. They showed a milky world hued in pink and wriggling with schools of sperm. Her cheeks burned even more hotly as she realized what she was watching, and that the footage was live, coming directly from the balls of the alpha behind her.

Unknown to Zyas, Becky having had climaxed several times, and in the hazy stupor of her horniness was able to contemplate the predicament of those spermified interns. Ass up, ready to be plowed in oblivion, she pondered on what the doctor said as she watched the live feed from his balls, and as he appreciated her wide hips, running his length up and down between her buns.

Becky smirked a little, watching the fat cock head moving up and down, the gaping wide urethra drooling even more precum. Soon it would be erupting with far more potential.

The last time the liger pulled back was the longest, as he levied the behemoth dick head against her salivating folds. Drips of pussy juice were already seeping down before the fat head pushed against them, gushing another spoonful of precum to help facilitate his beating girth.

Becky watched for as long as she could, panting softly, her eyes rolling back as she laid her head down on her arms and trembled. She tried to help too, pushing her hips back to push him inside her. Fuck, she needed that dick! Turning her gaze to the televisions, she watched the schools of sperm as they swam faster, pushed on by the mounting need of their sire. Becky’s cheeks turned warmly pink; her eyes half lidded.

Inch after throbbing inch of pipe thick cock fulfilled that need. Pushing inside her creamy tunnel, the liger’s pride filled her, stretching her folds around his hefty circumference like shrink wrap. The wet contours of her pussy massaged his length, lubricating the black schlong with a creamy lubricate made specifically for big dicks.

"For a big bitch, you’re tight." Zyas chuckled, sighing as he finally reached the end. With nearly two thirds of his length, he had met her cervix, the gaping inner valve that would gobble up his sperm laden seed.

Those sperm inside his balls could see the outline of Becky’s thighs as the monstrous cock above was pushing inside her. The wet noises of their sex rumbled the gooey ocean of batter, which slopped over the sperm inside in preparation. Suddenly the thighs pulled back, her pussy SLUUUUURRRPING on his cock. Zyas readied himself for another pump.

As the cock pulled out of the pussy, drips of pussy cream ran down from the underside of the throbbing, veiny pipe of dick, pitter pattering on the floor. The TV’s on the wall were buzzing now with the sperm, their DNA creator now balls deep into reproduction.

Zyas pushed back in. The outline of her thighs zooming in for the sperm, their world swaying suddenly with vertigo.

PLAP!

Everything SLOSHED!

Becky heard it and moaned even more loudly. To hell with everyone! It was her duty to mate with an alpha.

Hitting a woman’s thighs with his balls was something the liger had so dearly missed. His head lolled back as he pumped again, smacking her booty once more.

The sperm inside his balls could feel the literal motion of the ocean! Zyas wanted to laugh at them, he could feel them swimming faster and faster, riled up by the desire of their sire. But he was too busy groaning and growling. He delighted in their energy, savoring the heart pumping moment before his release as he felt his testicles begin to tighten. The organs within were preparing to unload as he plowed faster and deeper.

PLAP! SLUUUURP!

PLAP! SLUUUURP!

PLAP! SLUUURP!

PLAP! SLUURP!

PLAP! SLURP!

PLAP SLURP!

Eyes rolled back, Becky cried out to the ceiling as Zyas pushed in one final time, his claws digging into her booty cheeks, pulling her into him.

Zyas ROARED! his maw gaping wide, fangs showing.

Inside the liger’s testicles, the schools of sperm shot out as they felt the jizz around them being sucked upwards. On the TV’s the liquid around the DNA swimmers was being drawn upon, and the schools of sperm sucked upwards.

At the base of the black leviathan, a bulge of cum formed, struggling to push its mass down his length. The cock twitched, and bulge moved into his pipe with a GA-GUG as the muscles then contracted and relaxed, literally sending it down the pipe of urethra with a Glugging noise. Reaching a third of the way down his cock, the bulge pressed against the wrapped lips of Becky’s pussy and pushed in. As it did, there was another GA-GUG as another bulge began rolling down the pipe, followed by a third and a fourth and a fifth.

The reproductive cells surged as they traversed down the long and flexing pink cave of the cat’s cock. When they were squeezed against Becky’s folds, they wriggled harder as they were pinned together like bubbles in a shaken soda can.

The first bulge erupted inside the hyena, the cock slit expanding and exploding inside a warm, pink, creamy world, filling it with the cat’s virile ocean of cub batter. The milky seed gushed upwards, surging around her eager cervix which greedily pulled in the tadpole sized sperm.

Zyas’s balls flexed with each GA-GUG, the veins squeezing his baby makers as they were emptied. His urethra was a constant stream of cum-bulges that roiled visibly down the underside of his cock like knobs before exploding inside Becky’s pussy. FLEX

GA-GLUG FLEX

GA-GLUG FLEX

GA-GLUG FLEX

GA-GLUG

As the liger cummed, his swollen balls deflated as they emptied their potent load; a vortex, swirling around an emptying drain.

The last cum-bulge was unloaded and the view on the TV’s changed. No longer inside his vats of cum, the remaining cameras followed the last school of sperm being pumped down the cavernous length of dick. When it exploded into the creamy world of Becky’s pussy, the ejaculation kept its momentum, flooding her cervix where it was gulped down.

Both Zyas and Becky watched the live feed, the schools of spirited sperm swimming in one direction inside the hyena’s tubes. Within seconds the faint outlines of pink spheres could be seen. Already covered in wriggling sperm, the eggs were surrounded, but as the last school of sperm approached, they slammed against the cellular wall.

The camera, attached to a single sperm, slipped into the ovum. The screen went black as a groaning noise rippled from Becky’s cum inflated womb. Still panting, she sat up on her hands, and looked down her body to her stomach. To her shock, she was swelling!

Like a water balloon being filled, the hyena’s womb expanded, growing four months of maternity before finally stopping. Her belly button touched the floor, making her roll over onto her back. Cradling her watermelon sized womb, the hyena blinked, her mouth open and gawking at herself, and then at Zyas. She already knew that she was cradling an entire litter.

Cum drooled out of the Hyena’s pussy, her legs splayed wide again. Zyas peered down at her, his cock dripping with her cream, his slit letting out one last long drip of cum. He wasn’t surprised by her development. In fact, he was rather proud of himself. All those years of waiting and researching had really paid off! What a fruitful expedition.

"Like I said, I’m the next step of evolution." The liger proclaimed as a matter of fact as his throbbing black mast drooped down. Becoming half flaccid, it draped itself over the hyena’s womb, slumbering over its bountiful work.

Becky glared at her belly and the snoozing cock. Of course, she was going to be punished for having the best sex in her life. The hyena rolled her eyes and glared at her womb. "Don’t think I’m not gonna charge you guys rent!"

SCENE 8: BIG THINGS WITH LITTLE BEGINNINGS

The receptionist did get a new tablet, and she liked it a lot. It was a new model, able to process time tickets far more rapidly. However, there weren’t as many interns as there used to be. The mouse girl wasn’t sure why. Dr. Zyas had mentioned something about a faraway research expedition that would likely last until their graduation. That was fine with her. The less interns the better.

"YO!" An exasperated voice called down to the receptionist. "You’re head in the clouds or what?"

Becky, bags under her eyes, and bigger than ever, was looming over the desk with a growl on her lips. Wasn’t she only six feet tall? She looked like she was 8 feet now! Not only that, but she had become curvier. Her tits were massive, spilling out of her tank top and with more cleavage than what should have possible. They had nearly tripled in size, which made sense, she needed all the milk she could make.

"Ugh, sorry." The mouse girl had been busying herself with a new stack of liability waivers.

On either side of the hyena were two strollers jam packed with hyena pups and liger cubs. Each one was sucking on a bottle and glaring at the receptionist, mimicking their towering mother. Despite being a naturally greedy and selfish hyena, Becky had adopted to being a mother like a fish to water. Her negative traits became positives. Becky's aggression was turned to protecting her pack of offspring. Becoming an omega-class-9 bitch at the drop of a hat to get anything and everything for them. This not only pleased Zyas, but fascinated him as well.

The crowd of glares and snarls made the mouse girl swallow nervously; a clear sign of how much they took after their mother.

How much longer was the receptionist going to have to deal with Becky?! Sorry, Dr.

Becky. She was no longer an intern and had graduated. With her doctoral, which came far more quickly than expected, also came the pack of pups and cubs, her belly having swollen overnight with them. A couple months later she came into the lab towing the two strollers and her new title.

It didn’t take many brain cells to understand who the father was, and why the bodaciously obnoxious hyena was slouching around the lab all day and doing nothing but tending to her bundles of love. Well, not nothing. Akin to a cow, she was busy with pumping, nursing, and demanding the receptionist’s help.

Becky picked up the tablet and taped her finger pad over the registry with a ding before tossing it down at the receptionist. "You should get a bigger tablet." The hyena guided the strollers over to her office, calling over her shoulder, "And don’t forget it’s pizza day! I want two larges!"

A stormy cloud thundered over the mouse girl’s head, pouring a cold rain on her flattened ears. "Sure thing Dr. Becky." She rolled her eyes when the hyena struggled to get her massive two booty cheeks through her office door, having to wiggle her wide birthing hips that had become even wider. Dr. Zyas had noticed this too. He figured that Becky would be due soon for another litter come next week.

Not only did the receptionist have to help Dr. Becky with her nutritional needs, which were mounting the bigger she grew, she also had to deal with all these liability forms! Processing the liability tickets removed Dr. Zyas from all long term’s responsibilities, while allowing for special stipends that came directly from the university’s budget. How Dr. Zyas had pulled that off was beyond her. The rumors couldn’t be that true…could they?

Regardless, the female patients were coming in droves! Some were young, looking for an extra paycheck, and some were older - seemingly interested more in the tests than the money. They all came in looking prettied up, their hairs immaculate, their perfumes alluring, and their clothes didn’t leave much to the imagination.

The conveyor belt of ‘patients’ ran throughout the day. In the morning, the older ones came in, likely after their husbands left for the office. They were often wearing yoga pants and sports bras, presumably going to the gym afterwards to work on their ‘trophy’ bodies. What they didn’t know was when they walked out the lab, they were waddling with watermelon sized bellies. Dr. Zyas watched them leave, a grin on his face, waving, and then turning to the front desk to usher over the next patient. Maybe he got his rocks off inseminating another man’s wife or something. They were carrying his offspring in their bellies, taking home bundles of growing felines that would saturate their families. Whatever the reason, the mouse girl’s cheeks became hot as peppers.

In the afternoon, the women became younger. They were college age girls who didn’t know the meaning of ‘waking up early’. They arrived in packs, often giggling to each other about something that only tickled the tips of the receptionist’s ears. Dr. Zyas greeted them warmly, a resounding purr hinting his lips as they walked past him and into his office. They were always impressed by how big he was, their heads only level with his torso.

Dr. Zyas had told the mouse girl that he had invented a new ‘fertility syringe’ that was practically a 100% guarantee for fertilization. Whatever that syringe was, when the pack of college girls left, they were disheveled, their bellies pushing their shirts open, and their faces were lackadaisical and serene as they stroked their wombs.

In and out, flat stomached and chubby alike, all left with rounded bellies, eyes half lidded and satisfied.

Running through the stack of liability forms, the mouse girl didn’t notice the shadow crossing over her desk.

"I’ll be with you in a moment. Take a seat or something." The flustered receptionist was trying to organize the papers by species.

"Excuse me?" The voice, deep and resonating, cleared his throat and leaned down.

Her eyes were wide when she looked up with a wry smile. "D-Dr. Zyas!" She wondered how in the hell the lumbering liger was so quiet.

The older liger’s face furrowed, but then his lips pulled back in a grin. "Good morning."

"G-good morning!" She swallowed, feeling suddenly small. If Becky was big, Zyas was even bigger! Was he pushing 9 feet or 10 feet? It didn’t matter. He was massive! The feline’s body, bulging with powerful muscles, was barely hidden by his white lab-coat. Whatever he had cooked in up his experiments was good enough to afford him the overgrown budget that was paying for all these new ‘patients’. Obviously, the progress of science trumped ethics and oversight.

The overgrown liger lorded himself over his lowly receptionist, lavishing the scent she exuded when he was over her. His nostrils flared, sniffing gently at the sweet fragrance of submission. "Mmm, I love the smell of-" He caught himself and chuckled, "Coffee…in the morning." Maybe when he was done with this laboratory, he’d bring her into the fold.

The bulge in the doctor’s pants was over the lip of her desk. The pipe of flaccid meat, like a long hanging squash, pulled in the mouse girl’s gaze. She blinked, looking away from the watermelons that pillowed the doctor’s fat junk, the fabric of his pants stretching as something excited the cat. "I have your coffee right here Dr. Zyas!" She reached over, pulling up his special ordered coffee. "Double whip, like always."

He took the coffee, taking a long sip and nodding in satisfaction even as his bulge continued to erect, the denim straining. The receptionist’s mouth became exceedingly small as the doctor raised a tent in his pants, the outline of his dickhead showing clearly and shaking with each THROB.

"Delicious." Zyas rumbled as he put the coffee cup back down, the cup empty.

She tried to say something. The words didn’t come. There was just a jumble of flustered stammers as she opened and closed her mouth, her cheeks flushing redder by the second. Under the desk she was squeezing her thighs together.

Leaving the flabbergasted receptionist, Dr. Zyas walked down the hallway to his laboratory. Was it really that anymore? He smirked to himself as he walked inside. The scent in the air, while having been cleaned in the night, still lingered with the aroma of his mating. Taking a moment, he stood in solace, relishing the smell of victory most natural and base. How many times had he bred since burying his interns into the catacombs of his DNA? He’d lost track. Countless.

The blushes, the gasps, eyes filled with awe and lust with trembling lips, they came together into a montage of feminine submission that flowed over his mind like a river over a waterfall. Crashing into the great and churning vats of his virile seed, they succumbed to his lineage, the roots of families past disintegrating, breaking apart and being absorbed as the nutrients that grew the roots of a new mighty oak – Zyas.

"Ahhh," The cat sighed happily. How many more family trees would he extinguish today? It didn’t matter. Ultimately, they would be insignificant to the potential of the future, of the next step in his evolution.

"Computer." Zyas said, hands behind his back.

A panel on ceiling lit up, ready for command.

"Play song, Entry of the Gods into Valhalla."

The panel beeped twice and then dimmed as the choir began to play, the string of violins slipping over the room from hidden speaks.

Walking over to the wall, eyes closed in satisfaction, Zyas pressed a button. A series of panels slid back, silently exposing the room to a green glowing hue that washed over the liger’s face. He gazed at the vats of serum, their contents bubbling. How long had it been since he towered above the masses, the world at his feet? So long ago, yet the memory was there if he closed his eyes. The creeping sense of power making his toes curl in anticipation.

"Soon…"