Prof.Haun - Two new arrivals.

Story by Denada

Somewhat unfinished but certainly a good enough starter. Wrote this for an artist involving two of their characters, but only vaguely.

As a warning this involves large proportions, anthros and oddness. Enjoy.

"Two this time master."

So delicately placed were some mere scraps of paper with information upon them, information that could be garnered by a simple conversation but no that would give notions of equality and his employers did not allow such a thing. From behind the opaque lense of his solid sunglasses was the hidden intent and meandering thoughts of Professor Feronius Haun, body alterist and trainer for so many that would pass through this area. Without a stir or shift from his form the attendant made hir many apologetic bows, each time almost spilling forth from hir painfully stretched and marred suit, then vanishing behind the heavy rotted oak door he had installed for his office. Presence was key for the steady erosion for the subjects mentality until they became a malleable pet for selling on and making his personal domain inhospitable and something to garner nerves from made his work just that touch easier.

Several stark clarks of claw upon worn wood signalled the Professors slow perusual of his latest targets. There would be no violence, the Estates methods were much too subtle and quick-acting, but they were being singled out and he was receiving payment for particular works upon them, so targets they were.

Then came the soft slid of discarded paper, the stapled and meticulously printed dossier of facts, figures and vital statistics were nothing but a waste of his time. They were not the first he had been asked to break and despite his growing distaste they would most certainly not be the last.

"..."

The Professor allowed for solid minutes to pass by in complete silence, the fetid odour of his ruined and ill-fitting lab-coat marring the fine red that currently filled his unused glass. Brief flicker of a muscle movement within the Terrier mongrels stubby muzzle that could almost be guessed as a smirk, but it vanished soon after... half-bitten ear twitching upon his skull at the faint creak of a floor-board. The Attendant was one of his early works, originally a skinny frail spoilt bitch of a human girl, the father had chucked her aside and sold her to the Estate. Now barely confined within that tearing business suit was a six foot tall Zebra hermaphrodite, miniscule skirt being little more than a belt with ambitions which hid nothing of the vast equine shaft and sac he had grown upon hir.

While he could recall with detail the changing of flesh and mentality, soon hir screams becoming soiled moans of lust that drooled from hir gaping maw... hir original apperance, the starting point of that spoilt little whore into something useful... that escaped him. It didn't matter shi had become so detached from hir origin it was almost laughable, he had carved hir mentality by himself and for now shi was providing a satisfactory assistant. No need in letting the Help know of that however.

"... Amber."

The demand for hir presence was not repeated, it was never in fact repeated. So many nights of failing to pay attention were burned into the Zebra herms mind, how shi had become nothing but a mass of slime-coated sexual flesh which writhed and screamed in constant forced pleasure. Of the nights left dragging hir swelling endowments through the halls of the Manor, leaking a trail of sterile semen like a pierced slug. Tugging at hir skirt in vain attempts to

stop it rising past the herms vast hips shi stood at attention, ready to receive whatever he would utter.

The silence once again pervaded the entire squalid office, its features and furniture utterly lost in the darkness he imposed upon it at all times. All shi knew of his presence was the slight glint from the sunglasses he kept affixed to his face, alterations meant testing and some experiments had left him ill-suited for normal background lighting. With each passing moment of simply being stared at by hir owner, Ambers shaft rose as hir mind wandered upon all the many things he had demanded of hir, changed hir for...

"Pathetic whore."

Blood seeped from hir bottom lip as Amber bit it in a vain attempt to stifle the whimper shaking up from hir throat, knees shaking as a droplet of pre became to coldly sweep through the vast gaping urethra of hir shaft. It was one of the first things shi'd been taught, to like it and accept the truth of that particular statement.

"Have them stripped, washed and prepared, I will deal with them in a minute."

There had been no signal for hir to speak and so the sweat-sopped crimson mane of the Zebra slapped against the attendants changed face in a nod. Hir entire form starting to turn.

"If you make a single mess within these halls you will be a shemale until my mood changes. Understood?"

Another fearful nod quickly followed by a shudder wracking hir whole ludicrousl

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