Cloning

High-Member Argyros knew which test to initiate next, as he stamped the documents and signed papers. Meanwhile in a small apartment complex, monitored heavily by the Foundation, a small metal box was placed in the bedroom of an unexpecting victim.

Finley came home from his part-time job. He was so tired after he finally crashed in his room and splayed out on his bed, that he neglected to notice the small metal box on the side of his computer desk. After a short while and a well deserved nap, he spotted the box. He picked it up with some effort and looked around the small frame, no writing or indications of what it could be of any kind. Finley carefully placed it back down and unlatched the small clasp on the front, opening it to look inside. Within was a small see-through canister of liquid, silver liquid, it sloshed around as he picked it up. Was this some kind of decorative fluid or make-up that had been mistakenly given to him? He looked closer at the canister and saw faint writing which he recognised thanks to his fluency in Greek, "πιες με, drink me."

He shouted out in the apartment to ask who it belonged to, but no one else was home. Surely the bottle must be for him, he was the only one he knew who had studied Greek. He flicked open the lid and sniffed it, it did smell rather good actually, more than good. After sniffing it something pinged within his brain, to drink it, just a little, it had to be safe if it was labelled to drink. He held up the bottle and sloshed it around, brought it to his mouth and took a cautious sip. It tasted amazing! Then he spat it out instinctively, his mind screaming of danger. The spat out liquid landed on his arm and he could feel a warm, wonderous sensation as it coated his skin, he tried to spit out more and flicked his hand across his tongue to get the taste out of his mouth, only slicking the silver saliva from his tongue and onto his body more before his mind grew clouded, he had the wrong purpose but the right method! Spread more of this new bliss across his body! He dropped his pants and rimmed his tight asshole with a silvered hand, feeling it go from puckered up to rapidly opening, smooth and elastic as he seperated his ass cheeks and slid a finger into his rectum, moaning as he pushed into himself, slipping finger after finger within him before a whole fist, a whole arm agressively violating his hungry shiny asshole. He slicked his hand in a thick coating of silver saliva, then slopped the fluids over his cock and balls, cocooning his crotch in bliss and feeling it swell to bursting point, his small balls engorging with corrupted argent cum. His mind and body being repurposed by this strain of silver to breed, to reproduce more silver drones with his long, beautiful, shiny monster cock.