Patreon Prompt 259

Prompt: (Female Futa Monstrosity TF) https://twitter.com/Revengean/status/1344252154983239682/photo/4

   As the world of bioengineering reached its absolute peak, so did the business of corporate espionage. Ethia was just one of many agents skilled at breaking into research labs to procure gene samples. This rang true as she broke into a facility that claimed to be producing bio weapons for military use. Easily sneaking past guard patrols and security cameras gave her access to the innermost chamber containing a plethora of genetic cocktails that were no doubt valued in the millions.

   Lacking intel on what her clientele was specifically looking for, Ethia grabbed an armful of gene splicers and made her way towards the door. Unfortunately for her, a single vial falling free of her grasp made its way below her boot. Stepping on the misplaced splicer sent her tumbling to the ground. Though it was disheartening to hear her pay day shatter across the floor, it was the very least of her worries as she watched the various chemicals seep into her body.

   The changes started with her skin, replacing the soft flesh with thick hide as pale as the moon. Too busy staring at the segments and sinew that made up her arms, it took her a moment to recognize the feeling of her hands morphing into vicious claws. Ethia used her new sharp fingers to rip apart her outfit as her body yearned for relief. Tearing the clothing asunder eased the burden of her expanded breasts and further exposed her mutated body to the countless cameras now trained on her.

   Any hope Ethia had that she would be left with a strange skin condition and bigger bust was dashed upon her face twisting in shape in service of the rows of jagged teeth erupting from her mouth. Her skull was reshaped into a large bump, with a secondary one pushing through her pink hair to act as a fleshy horn. With her mouth reshaped to open sideways like a clam, her long, sticky tongue was able to slide between her rows of teeth. The downpour of drool that poured from her mouth and down her tongue led towards one of the larger changes of her once conventionally attractive body.

   Claws shaking, she reached down to grasp at the girthy, three foot cock between her legs. Unable to resist the urges emanating from her recently grown pair of swollen tentacles, she began to furiously masturbate. She began to moan, her voice replaced with vicious cries that carried with it a foul odor. The same stench was spread through the containment room as she released a load of tainted semen across the remains of the broken vials. Resuming her stroking to appease her endless cycle of pleasure, she was left completely ignorant to the group of scientists outside vigorously taking notes on their latest test subject.