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Alex looked down and noticed a large, wet patch soaking right through the crotch of Lily's tight shorts.
The aphrodisiac effect of his sweet nectar was still raging fiercely inside her changing body.
She was dripping wet, her body begging for release even while she was completely passed out.
"You're burning up," Alex muttered, gently placing his hand on her hot, sweaty cheek. "I need to get these tight clothes off you before you hurt yourself or cut off your blood flow."
His hands trembled violently as he reached down. His heart beating against his ribs.
"I'm not doing anything indecent… There's nothing to be guilty about…" he muttered to himself trying to comfort his inner conscious, his voice shaking. "I'm just helping her. Just helping her."
While repeating the desperate excuse, he carefully hooked his fingers under the torn edges of her blue sports bra and pulled it completely off, tossing it onto a nearby chair.
The sight of her bare, heavy C-cups made his breath stop.
A primal, uncontrollable male urge flared up inside him… A dark, overwhelming desire to explore her defenseless, beautiful body.
His hands moved almost on their own, gently cupping the heavy mounds.
"Damn it… they are so soft to touch," he thought, his thumbs lightly brushing over her flushed skin.
They were so full, so incredibly soft and squishy, coated in a light layer of sweat that made them shine beautifully under the bright lab lights.
But as he squeezed the soft flesh, a sudden, terrifying realization hit him.
And a cold spike of panic pierced through his lust.
'Is this what's going to happen to me?' Alex thought, his stomach twisting in knots.
'If my feminization reaches the next phases... how will I be able to survive with boobs and a pussy?'
'How am I supposed to live as a woman?' He looked down at Lily's chest again, a strange, confusing envy mixing with his fear.
'Well... these things do feel really soft and squishy, though…'
'Wait, no! Stop! Damn it... I can't lose myself... even if my body completely turns into a woman,' he mentally screamed, shaking his head to clear the dizzying thoughts.
He forced himself to move down to her waist.
He grabbed the waistband of her tight spandex shorts and slowly pulled them down over her thick thighs and calves, taking her sneakers off in the process.
When the shorts finally came off, Alex gasped.
Lily's pink cotton panties were completely soaked through with thick, clear juices.
The heavy, sweet scent hit his nose, but instead of just giving him a normal male reaction, it made his newly mutating body react violently.
Under his baggy gray hoodie, Alex felt his own sensitive nipples harden painfully, rubbing against the tight fabric of his sports bra.
His lower body ached with a strange, heavy warmth, a deep, empty throbbing that made his legs feel incredibly weak.
His pheromones were going into overdrive just from her scent.
Suddenly, a smooth, silky voice echoed in the dark corners of his mind. The Naagin Empress.
"Oh, my sweet little hatchling... why fight it?" the sudden seductive voice purred. "Look at her. Look at how wet and desperate she is for you."
"Don't you want to slide your fingers inside? Touch her dripping pussy."
Go on… Taste her sweet juices on your tongue."
"You know you want to... and soon, you will be just as soft, just as wet, and just as desperate for release as she is."
"And I'll make sure it won't be too long.. Hahahaa!!"
"Shut up," Alex whispered through gritted teeth, trying to push the Empress's dirty temptations out of his mind.
But Lily whined loudly in her sleep, her newly widened hips bucking up blindly toward him.
Her soaked panties clung tightly to her swollen lower lips, completely outlining her wet, needy pussy.
Alex couldn't look away. His hand hovered over her waist before he gently traced his fingertips over the wet fabric of her panties.
Lily continued gasping loudly in her sleep, her entire body shivering at his lightest touch.
The mutation seemed to have made her insanely sensitive.
"Shh, it's okay. I'm just trying to make you comfortable," Alex whispered softly, leaning closer, his face flushed and his breathing heavy.
Although, he didn't need to do anything more…
Giving in to the overwhelming tension and uncontrollable curiosity, he hooked his thumbs under the sides of her soaked panties and slowly pulled them down, sliding them off her legs.
He stared in absolute awe, revealing her slick, swollen folds.
A thick, glossy string of sweet feminine juices dripped down her smooth skin, pooling heavily onto the couch beneath her.
He wanted to clean her up, but seeing her like this, fully exposed, heavy-breasted, and heavily aroused by his own body's urges… made his mind spin out of control.
Trembling, he reached out and gently parted her plump, slick pink lips with his index and middle fingers, watching the wet pink flesh glisten brightly under the lab lights.
"Mhammm!!! Ahamm…." Lily moaned deeply, her large breasts bouncing slightly as she arched her back, pressing her soaking wet pussy directly into his fingers, totally lost in the heavy, lustful fever.
However, just then he heard sudden footsteps from behind…
Click... clack... click...
The sharp, rhythmic sound of high heels echoing down the hallway outside the lab hit Alex like a bucket of ice water.
He froze. The wet, slick warmth of Lily's swollen pink lips was still wrapped around his fingertips.
For a split second, he couldn't move, totally paralyzed by the intense heat of her body and the heavy scent of her juices.
"Oh no..." Alex choked out in a panicked whisper.
He violently pulled his hand away, a long, thick string of sweet feminine nectar stretching from her dripping pussy to his fingers before it finally snapped.
He scrambled backward, his heart leaping into his throat.
He blindly grabbed the large, thick training towel from the edge of the medical table and desperately threw it over Lily.
He barely managed to cover her naked, heavy C-cups and her wet, exposed lower half just a second before the inner lab doors slid open with a soft whoosh.
Mira stepped inside.
She was wearing her usual crisp white lab coat over a tight black pencil skirt, holding a glowing datapad.
She looked tired, rubbing the back of her neck, but she stopped dead in her tracks the moment her foot crossed the threshold.
The air in the sterile lab was impossibly thick. It was heavy with the musky, dirty scent of Lily's wild arousal and the sweet, intoxicating smell of Alex's own pheromones.
Mira's nose twitched. Her sharp, beautiful eyes slowly scanned the room.
They darted from Alex's flushed, sweating face to the ripped blue sports bra and the soaking wet pink panties lying carelessly on the floor.
"What the fuck… Alex?" Mira asked, her voice cool but filled with immediate suspicion. "What are you fucking doing in my private lab? And... what is that smell?"
Alex backed away from the table, quickly shoving his wet, sticky fingers deep into the front pocket of his gray hoodie.
His whole body was shaking like a leaf. His mind spun with different excuses, and ways to explain her about the current situation.
"Mira! I... I can explain…" But Alex stammers, his voice cracking loudly.
He tried to sound completely normal, but he was panting like he had just run a marathon, and could barely utter. "It's an emergency!"