Thread: Chitinous Appeal (Yenpointfive & 49_place_holder)

Alex was rather shocked that she expected him to get back to work after that. Even after he'd whipped her cum off of his face there were still the stains on his shirt, not to mention the smell. Yes ma'am. I'll have it ready by tomorrow. He said obediently, finding himself quite worried about the idea of terminating the project. Afterall, if he was without a project to work on she'd be forced to reassign him, and he could think of several places she'd be likely to pick. With Morgana starring at his chest like that Alex was all too happy to leave, not that he like the thought that she might be starring at his ass on the way out. He hurried back to the lab quickly, hoping to dodge any coworkers that might be roaming the halls. Sure, they all knew what Morgana DuPree did for fun but they didn't have to know that she just did it with Alex. Admittedly, it didn't help that his cock was still straining against his pants from arousal. The lab was still dark, for all the good it had done preventing her from catching him. He decided to keep it that way in the hopes that it would keep anyone from popping in and asking what smelled like jizz. This would turn out to be a mistake. Very rapidly, in fact, as he couldn't see where the thawed container for the retrovirus had sweated off the frost on its outside and left a small puddle on the ground. It may have been no bigger than the puddle he'd left in the break room floor but his foot managed to land in just the right way to send him sliding. His hand came right down on top of the retrovirus container and the next thing he knew the world went fuzzy. If there were two things one should avoid it was head injuries and sharks. Bump it up to three things and you've got head injuries, sharks, and experimental retroviruses. Whoever said that two out of three weren't bad could suck a cock as far as Alex was concerned. About half an hour later Alex drug himself to feet. His right hand rested on the ground to prop him up as his other right hand grabbed the lab table to pull him to his feet. That was the first moment he realized something was wrong. He stumbled his way to the lightswitch to turn it on, both disoriented from the fall and a little clumsy from the fact that he had traded five toes for feet for two large talons per. When the light clicked on he was greeted by the sight of four hands, a deep shade of gray and sporting three wicked claws per hand two fingers and a thumb. His upper left hand was bleeding green where bits of the glass retrovirus container were sticking out of it. He pulled the glass from his hand and wandered over to the medkit on the wall, bandaging up the injured hand. His head didn't feel great either but then again, neither did his wings. He must have been laying on them wrong while he was out of it. Also, apparently he had wings. He let them flutter behind him quickly, finding that they could only lift him onto the tips of his toe-talons. The reason for that was fairly obvious when he found a mirror. He was much too large to fly. He was tall, broad and muscular now. Honestly, he was quite handsome. The antennae that sprouted from his forehead curved back over his jet black hair and his eyes, all four of them, were a bright amber color. He smiled, only to have his lower jaw split open to form mandibles. His teeth were jagged and pointed like that of a shark. It took him a second to figure out how to secure his jaw back in place. Once he'd taken in the important sights his eyes dropped a little bit, ready for one more surprise. His cock hung lewdly between his legs, nearly as big as Morgana DuPree had been. Of course, she'd been hard at the time and he was soft right now. There were a pair of nearly orange sized testicles hanging beneath it ready to put his former employer to shame. One look at his new manhood and he knew exactly what he had to do. Rather than risk the halls he reached up and pulled some ceiling tiles aside before hauling himself up into the ceiling, scurrying through the confined spaces with all the ease of a cockroach. He intended to pay miss DuPree a surprise in her office, one that she would never forget.