See if you can change things around a little?

You decide to see if your theories about how this works are consistent. Besides, you're feeling sort of horny again.

"Let's do a little experiment," you smile and step up to Joseph and slip inside his arms, wrapping them around your waist and pushing your butt up against his crotch while you pull down your top. "Mind massaging my big fat tits with some of that lube of yours, baby?" you ask him, feeling jiggly and warm as your dick is growing, his dick is growing against your butt, your nipples growing hard and popping out of your medium-sized C-cup tits.

In a normal world, you assume someone put in Joseph's situation would have tossed you out and called the police for sexual harassment from a transgender female. Here, however, you notice him hesitating for a moment as he slowly cups one of your growing breasts, tweaking your expanding nipples, while his other hand picks up a bottle of lube that he now suddenly had in range.

You smile at the sight of your new, more jiggly chest and enjoy the sensation of Joseph's hands slipping them around and teasing you, slipping a hand down into your leggings and rubbing your dick up to full mast. "Mmhm, your hands feel great on my slippery tits, babe," you croon and enjoy the moment for a minute, slowly pumping your dick.

Though, even if you're having fun, you sense that Joseph doesn't seem to be rubbing his dick against you anymore, so you decide you might have to reciprocate the favor. You disengage and turn around to suggest letting him have a tit job or a go at your needy asshole, but you realize that's probably not going to happen.

"Oh. Damn." you say as you get a look at the professor. "I guess I messed up a little."

"What?" Joseph says in a female voice and pauses as he, probably she, glances at a mirror and blinks. "I'm... Josephine, Josie among friends," she says and pauses giving her outfit a look.

"I'm sorry, I probably turned you into a milfy tomboy, by calling you babe and baby," you sigh to her. "I guess you took those to describing females."

An idea rises in the back of your mind. "Though, you're not as much a tomboy anymore as a milfy cougar, right? One that loves sucking cock," you say, and immediately her suit reforms into a leather jacket, a top and jewelry. Her trousers bleach and shrink into white leather pants, and her polished dress shoes turn into three inch black polished pumps.

"you're not wrong about that," Josie says in a hungry voice as she clacks over to you and wraps a pedicured hand around your dick. " Before long, she's pulled you over in the couch and you're whispering sweet nothings into her ears.

Well, not nothings. Stuff like. "You're not a milf, you're barely twenty one," causing her to rapidly grow younger and more eager.

"I love the pink socks, my little slut," causing her outfit to become more lewd and her bobbing up and down your dick more professional.

You find yourself cumming in Josie's skilled mouth after a while. Not exactly what you planned, but you did kind of get off on turning her into a bit of a wet dream. "Oh, I'm sorry, Josie. But I know you love playing with your asshole and being watched while doing so, so I'm sure we can get you off, too?"

Josie smiles as she lays down to give you a gorgeous view of her ass and pussy, rubbing her clit with one hand while teasing a finger into her asshole.

You get a weird but curious idea as you wonder how to make this more interesting. "Come on now, you're a sex synth, your genetics are fundamentally written for you to be a sex machine, with aphrodisiac self-lubricating holes, capability of massive insertions, and an inbred desire to entertain. Show me what you were born to do."

You watch with amazement as her hair goes from dirty blonde to a definitely abnormal baby blue, her face slides from a joyful horny look to one of calm purpose, make-up seems to appear as if pigments in her skin and her eyebrows become perfectly trimmed. Her fingers start to dig deeper and deeper into her asshole as it becomes more and more pliable, her hips widening to make room for bigger insertions, and her pussy growing more and plump, lips blossoming into an impressive flower.

"Is this more to your liking, Jamie?" Josie asks in a professional voice as she begins to stuff her entire arm inside her asshole, white sticky lubricant squelching out like a leaky shampoo bottle.

"Only if you like it," you tell her and she gives you a cool smile. "Will you cum for me from fisting your impressive asshole?"

Josie begins pumping her hand furiously in and out of herself, and before long she's moaning and shivering in a wonderful climax, spraying white sticky lubricant out of her ass and pussy. You move over to the bathroom to fetch her a wet and a dry towel, noticing the entire apartment has changed from a calmly lit brown red wood furnishing to a minimalistic cold white with baby pink and baby blue color design, matching Josie's hair and clothing colors. white leather and latex seems to have replaced the soft parts of furniture, and glass cupboards with various enormous dildos have replaced half of Joseph's bookshelves.

"I think I might have caused you some problems, Josie, changing you into..."

"A sex-Synth? I've been this way since I came out of the vats fifty years ago. I paid my creation debt and I'm a free person," she says as she inserts a butt plug up her ass before accepting your towels to clean herself off. You wonder if that's for casual pleasure or to avoid leaking. Also, you have to say she looks young for being fifty.

"Synths have impeccable memory, I studied for three years to get my doctorate in western anthropology, though I spend half my time mentoring and pleasuring students who can afford my rates. In other fields than my own, naturally. Can't have them assume that a devil's triangle will get them better grades," she says as she slips inside a pink latex dress.

"One of those years I studied I spent on studying other fields. I admit I'm not as disciplined as others sex-synths, some of them have done very well learning multiple high level studies like brain surgery and cybernetics. But enough about me, Jamie slash James of 3B, You said strange things seem to be happening down town, and people gets changed when they fuck. I noticed you gave yourself a bit of a boost in the tits department," she notes and gives your E-cup tits a poke, causing you to smile. "You think I'd be able to turn myself into a sex synth masturbating?" she asks and you notice a pause as you realize she realizes she can't really override her persona.

"I don't think you can turn yourself into anything your sex synth self would like to have. I'd always liked bigger breasts myself. Next time I might have to ask for a bigger dick to fill you up," you say with a hint of promise, patting your ten inch dick through your leggings.

"I don't think I've ever seen a human with as much dick as you, even less so on a trans woman, so that might be... fun," she smirks. "Either way, now is not the time for fun. You said Erica sent you here?"

"Yeah, she's probably waiting for us," you say and pull your phone out of your cleavage. Huh, you've begun storing it in your bra now? okay. "It's been twenty minutes. Do you need anything else before we go?"

Josie steps into a pair of extremely demanding high heels and begins clacking over to a wardrobe locker as if she was walking barefoot. "I guess I can help out keeping people calm. Unless they've all turned too horny to care. in which case I guess I'll have to go and get some of my toys for people to play with," she says as she puts on a coat that looks like it could be out of blade runner.

"Yeah, I probably should be more careful with what I say. Though to be fair, you're the first I've met that hadn't changed. Not much of a deal, considering I only met Erica half an hour ago.

"I'm not sure if the changes are caused by contact with, well, infected, or if it's just an omnipresent effect. Considering you said the internet is down outside of town, I'll assume someone put some sort of quarantine into effect," Josie notes as she puts a box of wet napkins into a purse.

"I guess that makes sense. So you're saying I might have infected you? Now I feel kind of bad," you mutter and blush a bit, even though you kind of like the idea of changing people around. "I noticed stuff happening after reading that Droplet article online. There was a picture of a weird graffiti on that big statue down town, and the news said everyone just dropped their stuff and left the scene."

"That sounds strange," Josie says as she lets you leave her apartment and close the door behind you, the clack of your shoes echoing through the silent hallway. "Though, if they got horny like we just did. Like, I've never been this horny since... almost forever, even if I'm a sex-synth, so I don't think that was natural."

"I guess that makes sense. So, basically, we're infected with a sort of disease right now," You say as you step down the stairs, enjoying the sensation of your bigger tits bouncing in your bra. You can't really see your crotch anymore now over your new babies, so you hope your dick isn't making a scene down there by curling into a question mark or something in your panties. "Just, the disease can turn people into anything they can think of. Which might be a problem if they think about the wrong thing.

"A slutty janitor, a vampire, werewolves, zombies, a sex synth? Anything is possible I suspect," Josie shrugs as she opens the stairwell door going outside, glancing about. You hear hammering, so you assume Erica is still working.