No reason not to

"I guess I only have one more question then," Aiden said, standing back up to his full height. "What changes do you want?" Diane and her assistants traded nervous looks, but we unable to hide how excited they were.

Ryan, a good-looking blonde guy that most women would probably describe as sexy and one of the two that had drawn his blood, was the first to step forward. He looked a little nervous, but not because of Aiden. It looked like he was more nervous that someone would overhear him. He gestured for Aiden to duck down so they could talk quietly.

"Look man, you seem like a cool guy. And you're damn impressive too. I bet you don't even have to chase girls down, I bet they just fall all over you, begging to be fucked. That's what I want. I want to be irresistible. Fuck anyone I want, any time I want. You've seen how much hot ass there is around this school. I want it." Aiden couldn't help but chuckle dryly.

"Oh, don't worry, I've noticed. I can't blame you. Take that suit off and I'll give you what you want." Ryan grinned widely and immediately began stripping out of his hazmat suit.

"Wait, Ryan, what did you ask for?" Sandra, a plain looking girl asked. Ryan shot her a confident look.

"If this goes right, you'll find out soon enough." He kicked the hazmat suit aside and pulled off his button-up shirt for good measure, exposing an average looking chest. "So how do we do this? Do I have to...suck you off?"

"Do you want to?" Aiden asked suggestively, flexing his muscles and causing his slowly hardening cock to flex.

"Not particularly," Ryan said. Aiden chuckled, casually cutting his arm open so that blood ran down and dripped off his fingers.

"Then let's see if this works. Open up." Ryan hesitated for a second before letting a dozen drops of blood fall into his mouth. "Might take a minute, infection doesn't always seem to set in right away," Aiden said, wiping blood from his already healed arm. Ryan nodded and took a seat at a nearby table, suddenly feeling an erection start to rise in his pants.

"Anyone else," Aiden asked, looking towards Doctor Morris and the remaining five students. "Or is Ryan the only one who isn't satisfied with themselves?" Abigail was the next one to gather her courage and step forward. She pulled off her hazmat suit before she walked up to Aiden, taking a deep breath of the alluring scent that surrounded him. She licked her lips a little before gesturing Aiden to stoop down to talk to her as well.

"And what's your heart's desire, miss?" he asked. Abigail was the image of an intellectual, deep brown hair coiled up in a bun, glasses resting on the bridge of her nose, no outstanding physical features or curves, but an attitude that demanded respect. Or would, if she wasn't blushing so hard.

"I...I want to..." she stammered, unable to get the words out. Aiden waited patiently, eager to see the depths of this girl's depravity. "I want to be able to...lactate. I've always thought it was hot, and my breasts are already sensitive. I can cum just from playing with them sometimes. It would be so sexy..." she trailed off, slipping into her fantasies. Aiden's excitement mounted, already eager to see the average girl grow big, milk-filled tits. Now how to make it happen?