This choice: Dave moved onto his next target. • Go Back...Chapter #4Dave moved onto his next target. by: Mr. George   With the head of the snake cut off, Dave went onto his next target. He wanted to make people afraid to work at every level of the syndicate. It took until nearly midnight for him to set up in a building far enough away, but yet close enough for his shots to have any impact.
This time he'd be using bullets rather than nanite tipped darts. The view through the scope showed everyone there, as he took in the lab from one end to the other. The lab technicians, were complicit, and the guards obviously deserved what was coming. But, it was harder to justify the others working there. The fear etched on their faces, was clear the sense of defeat already in their manner.
Deciding they've made their mistakes, you line up your shot. With the number of transformed you'll make this time, perhaps they'll be enough of them to avoid getting taken from the production side, to being the product.
Squeezing the trigger, the shot shatters the window, and the beaker the technician is holding up to the light. The clear contents soak into his shirt. The consequences clear on his face, even as it transforms. Breast erupt from his formerly flat chest. Nipples widening, as they thrust forward. He quickly looks like an entrant in a wet T-shirt contest, as the nanites give him... now her, abundantly so, an impressive chest.
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She barely notices, as her hair reaches down to brush against her shoulders, that's secondary. The thought of restoration impossible with such extreme contamination.
Panning the scope around, you see a second shot isn't needed. Enough has already entered the air, that you can see the victims claw at their chests, at their throats, their destination already outliined. The screaming, the high, feminine shrill dread cries from the technician shattering their calm.
One guard, in a loose vest, proudly showing off his muscles, regrets his choice. His skin lightening, his muscles withering away. Finds a proud bust replacing his hard pecs.
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The tickling brush of her longer hair, swishing back and forth over her shoulders making her jumpy. The fear in her eyes, as she realises the behaviour she'll be on the receiving end of ... now.
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Her top continues to stretch, as her hands futilely try to hold their expansion back. The effort just telling her soft her new bust is... how sensitive those ripe nipples are to even the lightest of contact. The dread of knowing how many will talk to her bust, rather than her face.
With a final surge, she passes from the über-busty to the absurd. More like a cow, with those damned udders, her hands fell limp to her side. Her new bust impossibly, eye-catchingly firm, she tried to imagine a future as anything other than a whore.
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Already her imagination running wild, she could only picture the parade of men, the endless blowjobs, tit wanks, and the ogling, the wandering hands... and cocks.
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Across the room, her partner wasn't faring any better. Reaching for a gun, the familiar reassurance, the sense of power of control.
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However, as she looked around, she didn't project power. Hell, she didn't look like she knew how to use the thing. Without a target, she was more amusing, appealing even than she ever could be threatening.
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