Try to fix Neal.

Helen looked at the absolutely devastated expression on Neal’s face and told Malia.“Oh, now that is just too sad. If it won’t do any more harm, I have to try and fix John’s mess. That’s what a mother is for afterall. You don’t mind waiting for your turn do you, dear?”

Malia looked at the massive futa-cock swinging between Helen’s legs and swallowed nervously. She was a doctor. All her training told her that nothing that big could be stuffed into a woman her size without doing some serious harm. The revelations on how her body, and that of every woman in the house had been modified, was still too new for her to simply toss aside years of training. With a bit of effort she lifted her gaze to meet Helen’s, wincing at the knowing look the older futa gave her. “That’s okay. Neal needs it more than I do. Besides, it’s all data. John might be at the outer edge of the bell curve as far as the modifications go, but there are a few other males out there who are likely potent enough to truly bimbofy a girl. Knowing if your sperm can reverse that effect will be good data. Just let me stick a few sensors on her first.”

Helen nodded and gestured for Malia to go ahead, while offering a joking warning, “As long as the wires don’t get in the way. I’m really enjoying this new life role and I’d hate to get myself electrocuted before I have a chance to fill you to the brim.”

Malia flushed, and chided herself for being so self-conscious. Helen’s existence was a blessing she told herself. She glanced over at where John was slamming his cock in and out of a wailing Natalia’s ass. A definite blessing. They had planned on doing weeks of testing and experimentation in order to avoid having their intellect blasted before allowing John to full on fuck them. It was clear now that their carefully laid out plan would never have had a chance of working. She very much doubted she was going to make it through the next twenty four hours without getting fucked by John. Helen’s existence meant that there was nothing to fear, beyond the usual uncertainty of putting your body in the hands of a male so much bigger than you were. But why did Helen’s cock have to be so fucking big? She wailed inside her own mind. It was as if the old gods were toying with them. Giving them a cure, while at the same time making it a very difficult one to swallow, literally.

Helen split her attention between Malia attaching various sensor pads to Neal’s body, and watching John absolutely wreck Natalia. She might have felt some pity for the bigger woman, but Natalia’s attitude had rubbed her the wrong way from the beginning, and despite her cursing and protests it was pretty clear the girl was experiencing frequent orgasms. It seemed that M’Ress had been telling the truth about the girls being hard-wired to enjoy brutal fuckdowns. She wondered if she was? She might not technically have a cunt anymore, but she still had an asshole. Would she respond as strongly as Natalia if she were the one bent over the exam table getting her ass wallowed out?

To her disappointment Helen didn’t feel any particular urge to test the idea. Her body did however react very well to the idea of walking around to the other side of the table and making use of Natalia’s mouth while John was pounding her ass. It seemed those fucking aliens had messed with her orientation when they gave her a honking big futa cock. It made sense if what M’Ress said about her duties was true. But, damn it, she’d liked getting fucked, especially by her baby boy.

By the time Malia gave Helen the all clear she had worked herself up into a fine sense of resentment and was looking for someone to take it out on. Thanks to all the practice gained from being a mother, and wife to an asshole, Helen was able to push her current peeve to the side and focus on the job at hand, pumping Neal full of healthy futa-cream.

Neal gave Helen a look of loathing as she stepped between her wide spread legs and screamed, “I know what you’re trying to do, and it won’t work!”

“I’m just trying to help you get back to normal-ish, sweety” Helen told the small red-head in a soothing voice as she fisted her futa-cock.

“The fuck you are, bitch! You’re trying to steal me from my lion. As if I’d ever abandon him for an old hag like you!”

Helen’s eyebrow twitched and she fought to keep her voice level as she said. “You don’t really mean that, dear. Those fucking aliens screwed you over. I’m just trying to fix some of the damage.”

“Liar! You’re an ugly old freak of a witch drooling over my lion’s left over sluts! Well I’m not like those skanks! I’m still pure and untouched! My lion will tear you apart if you dare rob him of the joy of taking my virginity!”

There was now a vein pulsing in the middle of Helen’s forehead and her expression of solicitude was becoming strained. She turned away from Neal’s glare and looked at Malia. “Much as I hate to admit it, the bimbo does have a point.” She looked over at where John was grudge fucking the hell out of Natalia’s ass. “Maybe I should leave her cunt and ass alone so John can have the fun of breaking them open.”

Malia’s expression showed that she knew exactly what Helen was thinking. Her own eyes shifted over where John had just slammed himself up to the root in Natalia’s ass and was in the process of pumping another load of his spunk into her bowels. “Filling her belly instead of her womb might allow the effect from your sperm, if any, to spread more evenly and rapidly.”

Helen nodded. “Just what I was thinking. And of course it would be best if I made sure none of it was wasted by injecting it as deep as possible.”

“I can help with that,” Malia said, throwing a lever on the side of the gynecological exam chair Neal was strapped into. With a clunk the back collapsed so that Neal’s head was lower than her feet. Malia wasn’t done. With a yank she pulled the head rest off. Neal’s head dropped back before she craned her neck and forced it back up so she could glare at Helen between her own sizable breasts.

“Sweet. That’s just perfect, dear,” Helen complimented Malia as she strolled around the chair so she was standing behind Neal.

The trapped red-head glared up at Helen with a defiant look. “Go ahead and, Huk!” Neal started to say, only to be cut off when Helen pushed her head down and jammed her big futa cock into the smaller girl’s mouth.

“She really is an idiot, isn’t she? I mean she should have seen that coming from a mile off!” Helen said in a bemused tone as she pressed her thumbs into the joints of Neal’s mouth to forestall her attempt to bite down. Not that Helen’s girth allowed Neal much in the way of leverage, not with the way Helen’s futa-cock had her jaw pried open. “You sure she wasn’t this dumb before John dumped a load in her belly?”

“She was an excellent actor and carried a 3.4 GPA. Her current state is all on John.” Malina told her.

Helen clamped Neal’s head firmly between her hands and began to rock her hips back and forth, “I don’t know whether I should be happy or sad about that. I’m happy I have a chance to turn her into a functional human being, but I’m sad, and mad, that John was so careless.”

Even in her current state Neal tried to mouth off to Helen, but all she managed was to gag and choke as Helen forced more and more cock into her mouth. “Guk! Huk! Guk!”

Malina defended John’s actions. “John didn’t have much choice. The security officer would have taken her back to his office, if he didn’t rape her right there and then. If John hadn’t claimed her as one of his she’d likely be deeply in love with the officer who caught her out of bounds, or one of his superiors.”

“But she’d have retained her intelligence. There are only a few men who have the ability to totally bimbofy a girl. If she had enough will power she could have walked away from her new ‘boyfriend’. She wouldn’t have been turned into a total bimbo. I’m just saying that John can’t save every girl in the world. It is fucking messed up out there and it’s going to get worse. Most of those girls are going to have to save themselves.”

“Huk, huk, huk!” Neal gagged as Helen’s cock started to bump against the back of her throat, knocking for entrance. Spit and pre-cum drooled out of her mouth and ran down her face, some of it getting into her nose, adding violent sneezes to her sound effects as she blasted spunk over the eight or so inches of Helen’s cock that were still on the wrong side of her lips.

“Most of them won’t want to. Don’t underestimate how powerful a natural drug cocktail infatuation produces. We didn’t need the aliens to land in bad relationships with bad men before.”

Malina gave a chuckle. “But, think about this. Raping a woman and filling her with your sperm will cause her to become totally infatuated with you, but how long the effect lasts depends on the level of the adjustment. His and hers. Men are pigs. You know the worst of them will try to build a harem, but then they’ll discover their eyes were bigger than their balls and they can’t keep all those girls serviced, and once the infatuation wears off, those girls will fall out of love just as fast as they fell into it. And the pigs won’t care. They’ll just hunt up another toy. But I have a pet theory. Having too many girls walking away from your harem is going to be a one way street to a full gender-switch once the month ticks over.”

Malina noticed at that point that she was talking to herself. Helen was fully invested in screwing the helpless little red-head mouth. “Hoh geeze, that feels good!” Helen exclaimed as the bulbous tip of her dick forced its way into Neal’s throat. All attempts at conversation stopped as she dug her fingers into Neal’s scalp and forced herself forward.”

“Hurk!” Neal gagged, before going silent except for the sounds her body made as it thrashed on top of the examination chair. The squeak, squeak, of sweat damp skin rubbing on faux-leather upholstery joined the Gluck, gluck, gluck, sounds Neal made as Helen forced her to swallow her dick again and again, each time forcing an inch or so down the girl’s throat. Her progress could be measured by the bulge that worked its way down Neal’s narrow throat toward her collarbone.

“Yes!” the futa-milf hissed in pleasure as she bottomed out, the base of her shaft pressing against Neal’s nose as her ass clenched and she fired long ropes of cum straight into the red-head’s belly. “God, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how good that feels!” she said as Neal’s throat convulsed around her dick as the red-head struggled to suck air into her lungs.

Helen enjoyed the milking sensation for as long as she could. Only when Neal’s thrashing started to weaken did she reluctantly pull her spit and spunk coated shaft out from between the girl’s lips. When at last she slipped free of the red-head’s mouth the girl coughed violently and spit up some semen, but it was nothing compared to the load filling her belly.

Malina tried to maintain a clinical attitude, but the flushed look on her face and the way her thighs were clenched together revealed she was feeling anything but.

“So, do you think one dose will be enough?” Helen asked, as she ran her eyes up and down Malina’s body, which was only barely concealed under her lab smock.