Leave her

"I'm sorry, Miku..." You think to yourself. Sacrificing yourself would be stupid. If you picked her up, you would be shot for sure. The important thing now was to get out of here. You could always transform yourself into Alex at a later point in time.

You make a dash for the end of the hallway, but suddenly, you feel a dart in your back.

"Urk!" You exclaim, and you fall straight to the floor. A second and third dart hits your supple buttocks, and your vision fades at a rapid pace.

"We... Were so close..." You think to yourself and you drift off into dreamland.

...

You wake up, and try to move your arms and legs. They're strapped in. You take a look around, and notice that you're in a machine. A transformation machine. The room looks identical to all those you've seen before, but you're still not sure if it's the same one.

You also notice that you've got something in your mouth. From the way it feels, it's a ball gag, meant to keep you quiet while you transform. Apparently, Alex didn't fool around anymore. Speaking of which, it was about twenty minutes before the bitch actually showed up. You struggled to escape, but not for very long. You'd been in this situation before, and you knew you weren't getting out of it.

"Sorry, I'm late, dear..." Alex chimes as she enters the door. She was in her regular labcoat, and was carrying a clipboard with her.

"I had to check in on the progress of a certain thorn in my side... I thought I'd forgotten about that awful moment of history, but then she had to go and resurface again. It's a shame, really... I was quite interested in that little community she'd put together. I guess all good things must come to an end though... Though it looks like that place is finally going to become the chaotic sex pit I always envisioned..."

Alex smirks, kicks her legs up on the desk and checks her clipboard. You can't do anything but glare at her, and wait for your punishment.

"Honestly, you've all been a thorn in my side. Clearly, it took more than just her to figure out an escape plan. I have a suspicion on who it was, but I'm not taking any chances. I've gotta clear out the lab."

Alex kicks her legs back down, and starts typing away at her keyboard. Five minutes later, the machine whirs, and the black latex straps beneath you begin to take hold. You prepare for the worst, but you're suddenly surprised when the straps only cover your crotch, and nothing else.

"Hm?" You mumble from out of your gag. Alex sighs.

"Yeah, it's not much..." She replies. You feel the straps start to take hold and tighten, like a shrinking speedo. "I can't blame you for being surprised. The truth is, we're expanding, so we need more Futanari. Originally, I planned to have different experiments done to you girls, but now you're all getting dicks and a libido boost."

"HMMM?!" You mumble, very confused.

"Ugh... This is... Well..."

Alex places her hands on her hips.

"Look, I'll explain it all once you've got your dick. It's a bit complicated alright? Basically, you're going to be working for me now."

You felt a familiar bulge emerge from your mound. It felt really strange as your penis and balls returned, but it wasn't enough to make you scream out. Though... You weren't exactly sure they were your genitals. Your dick was enormous, at least a foot in length, and your balls weren't wrinkly, but smooth instead. Not to mention, the shape seemed off. It was girthier as well...

The machine hissed, and the straps released, letting your long, limp dick hang out. You felt a little faint, but overall not much different. You still had a woman's body, vagina and all. The only difference was that you had a dick now as well. Honestly, you didn't care that much. It's not as if you hadn't had one before.

Alex sighs again and walks up to you as you still hang from the machine.

"Okay, it's like this, alright? This place is called the Fictional Female Fetish Factory, or F.F.F.F. for short. What we do, is we turn guys into women to star in pornography. We call them maidens. At the end of the year, we auction them off to clients who want to use them for whatever reason."

"Mmmm?!" You mumble questioningly.

"Oh yeah... I guess it doesn't make sense to you why we would go through the effort of transforming males... Well, it has something to do with the fact that as they're unused to their bodies, they make better stars. Not to mention, they're less likely to resist..."

Miku flashes into your mind.

"Of course, they don't always go willingly, they sometimes resist, and that's where you come in. Those who resist or cause problems, we lock up and transform into things for more specific fetishes. We also produce milk and eggs on the side, and we, well... Anyways, that's besides the point. Futa and staff are the exception."

You continue glaring at Alex, but you don't bother struggling or screaming. You're very confused by this entire situation.

"We have a policy here at the F.F.F.F.. Staff can only compose of maidens who have broken the rules. Therefore, you cannot become a GREN, a BLU, a PINK or a YELO. However, you can become a futanari, and that's what's happened to all of you.

See, as a porn industry, we need people to fuck the maidens. Tentacle monsters won't cut it for everything. We need humans too.

So, your jobs will be to simply fuck all the girls I tell you to! That way we can film them, and we can make money. You'll have your own quarters, you'll be fed, and you'll be provided clothing... Not that you'll ever wear it..."

Alex chuckles. You didn't understand what she meant by that last comment. Why give you clothes if you were never going to wear them? Regardless, it didn't matter. You were clearly going to refuse. You had come this far, and weren't going to give in now...