The Argument

You focus on other sounds besides the women arguing and the seemingly destroyed scanner, eyes still blurred. One was a wet rhythmic sloshing, like some sort of broken machinery hitting water? And another was a consistent buzzing. "Look I've been doing this for a few years now-hmpff-okay? I'm not some first year trying to play favorite and boss others around. Whuh! My equipment is in shambles! Now are you going to help me or stand there squatting like an idiot?"

"Fine." A sigh sounded behind you, "What do you need?"

"Use your hormone manipulation to get him to feel relaxed if he keeps in this agitated state things will get way too unpredictable." You feel hands hovering over your head and you begin to feel rapture, like you were sitting by a pool in perfect weather.

You focused on the face before you to see Dr. Li's flushed beautiful Asian face, but the expression she had was no longer focused but one looking like blissful determination with the odd distant stare and quivering lip. You instinctively groan at such a turn on and feel your dick slap your waist in response. Wait...where were your pants? You looked down and cried at the massive tits now in your face, covered by a small black lace bra. Following your eyes glued to her chest she glared at her coworker, "Who should have listened now? Calm him down or the grey shells will keep converting and the more likely his condition becomes critical!"