Fuck the victims, she's got a plan (Men Mirror Fetishes) (Men Can't Cum)

It occurred to Lisa that she might be able to do what Jason obviously couldn't and strip away the drones' new urges.

It also occurred to her that Jason was definitely going to be busy making sure his latest act of stupidity didn't wipe out the entire species.

On balance, she was more concerned with getting in an extra chance at shaping the species then saving however many idiots would die in the meantime.

There was more than enough food in her lab still. Combined with the state of things in the Facility, Lisa saw no reason to bother leaving. Nobody would miss her. If they did think to ask where she was, they'd only assume a few drones had carried her off to **** her to **** or some shit.

It was the perfect opportunity to get some real work done.

One thing Lisa had learned in her life, had beaten into her by life, was that she was weird.

Most people were not like her, and as much as she normally gloried in that, when it came to her handful of sexual experiences it had been a miserable fact to accept.

She'd only ever found one partner who was even remotely willing to go along with her preferences, and he'd been far too touchy feely about it, the pansy piece of shit.

So her next change was easy to devise:

1. Men are stripped of their existing sexual fetishes.
2. Men instead mirror the fetishes of any woman they touch.

With that Lisa would no longer have any issue finding men willing to be put in their places. She couldn't help a grin as she finalised the work on the batch that would carry her change out into the world. Jason might be outmanoeuvred by that change all by itself.

But she wasn't going to waste the chance he had stumbled into giving her. So Lisa barely spared a thought for the batch once she'd dumped it down the sink and instead got straight to work on her next change:

1. All men (including drones) are unable to get an erection without the permission of a woman, no matter how aroused they may be.
2. All men (including drones) are unable to cum without the permission of a woman, no matter how close to orgasm they feel.

In her second stroke Lisa saw the potential not only to enforce the proper order of things, but to throw a bone to her fellow women as well.

She'd seen enough on the cameras to know the drones didn't need their dicks to torment their victims, but it was the best she was willing to give them.

One more emptied vial and she could start figuring out how she was going to accomplish her endgame.

Jason watched the world pull itself back from the brink of destruction. Safe in his littler corner of the Facility cafeteria, trying hard to hide his resentment of all the women fawning over Hank.

Of course they were pretending not to. Pretending they were just grateful to him for protecting them, or seeking the assurance of his continued presence after being shown what they were really good for by some of the drones. Jason saw right through it.

Whores through and through. He almost regretted wasting a change on keeping them alive.

Lucky for them, he needed a girl to...to...

He wanted girls to...something. Something that wouldn't come to mind no matter how he tried to reach for the memory of it.

What the fuck did that bitch do!?