Genesalt

"Initiating recording, You may proceed Doctor Hangglock." A soft feminine voice intoned as a blue holographic table flicked to life before an being lounging on a seat his wide dick entirely held in a mutli-fingered, clamp like hand, almost missing the announcement as he was engrossed with a holographic simcast.

"Oh shit!" The being shouted quickly muttering while hitting buttons on his headset.

"OH YEAH DADDY! SHOVE THAT TONGUE UP MY SKLELK! How do you feel about me putting my tail up that third ass and start sucking like my species namesake? You hot subscription paying peice of..."

"Fuck turn off! Turn offffff!" The being panicking turned off the sound of his holosex setting the headset aside.

After a moment of righting himself and waiting for his dick to go flaccid the one and only Doctor Hangglock began to deliver his report. "Alright, as you may know, Sirs, Project Genesalt is still in a state of stasis, while my team and I are actively ahead of schedule implementing every asinine change and upgrade the backers demand, the bio-security team has been given what I can only say is a fucking impossible task. And control Unit Development still refuse to make an proper bio-controlling device until they're sure that Bio Security and my team aren't going to go and change the whole DNA structure of the prototype thus rendering years of work useless, again."

The doctor sighed leaning back as his AI assistant starting giving him platitudes. "I'm sure they'll understand you just need to give them a full understanding of the situation there in the labs love. You have got this, we practiced for this."

"My team delivered what was demanded and well far and beyond. A multi-species transferrable Bio-agent completely capable of not just destroying civilizations like some less visionary fools would go for, but entirely coopting and restructuring them, reshaping them to serve the Hevmun Empire. And as a aside, AI remember to apply my name to any pension to rename the Empire, we haven't been mono-specied since before my great grandfather, hell we've gone so far as to completely eradicate class-C citizenship and even offer client states Class-B rights, or very good enslavement terms."

"Doctor your getting sidetracked."

"Anyways, you asked me for a near one hundred percent cross species infestation rate, and I've delivered. Up to seventy percent of every species we've tested the parasite on have been successfully infested, and from there the remaining immune another forty percent are still susceptible to standard infestation via alternative invasive methods, and then from what's left there is a less than a one-one millionth percent chance of mutation when confronted with the parasite. The Parasite is environmentally adaptable, and of course can utilize the host species to replicate itself and is capable of all levels of stealth and infiltration. I still think that giving them the ability to survive the heat of orbital reentry was a stupid idea since a juvenile of most Hevmunoid species could kill one of these by accident."

Doctor Hangglock puffed up proudly with the declaration. "And for the investors considering the 'Slut-Training' and 'whore-iforming' statements. When initial testing of the methods of psychological reconditioning was taking place we discovered that among a disturbingly high number of species pure neurological stimulus either created an unproductive loop, dangerously overestimated the nervous system causing unacceptable levels of mental deterioration, or were somehow under-, or even unregistered by the subjects. But by applying the same stimulation with a appropriate segment of the body the conditioning was much better received, and with a standard positive reward, positive punishment, negative reward, negative punishment functioned best in this method. Or to simplify for your simpleton compatriots, if they do good their pussy feels good until they stop doing good then good feelings all go away, they do bad their dick burns like it's on fire until they stop doing bad then the burning starts to go away until they finally do good again....Shit AI?"

"Already edited Sir." The soothing tone of the machine relaxed the Doctor.

"As for the 'Whore-ification' our esteemed colleagues are claiming. Might I remind you over fifty percent of lifeforms in this galaxy are duel-gendered, with the next biggest statistics after that being Mono-Gendered and of the plethora tri-gendered variants after that. To maximize on the parasite's performance we can't rely on the Host species, but we also for genetic stability can't afford to allow the parasite to independently gestate and multiply without the hosts. So we factored in genetic restructuring based off the feminine half of the duel-gendered species with the parasite both serving as expansions upon the reproductive organs to help accelerate gestation to an acceptable level where we don't have to wait hundreds of years for a planet to be fully subverted and to simulate the role of a Mono-Gendered species. Thus dramatically increasing fertility of the Host and having a positive reinforcement of my point about the conditioning, as the Host will have multiple areas with which the Parasite can reward or punish their host using. Additionally there does seem to be a rare, mutation, among the Infested test subjects with some of the males where their original genitalia remains rather than being replaced by the parasite's own facsimiles of the vaginal tract and phallus. They still have my interest since I am awaiting your approval to try and breed one with a uninfested female to see the results of the offspring as the entire male genitalia is fully functional and produces reproductive juices that show little to no signs of Parasite infestation or interference."

"Pausing recording." The blue light flicked off save for a small glowing bulb. "Was it really necessary to the extent we took it sir?" A smug tone underpinning the AI's commentary, as a display of a test subject with perfectly large H-cup breasts defiantly perked against gravity and a pair extra under their original two pair, along with thick thighs that probably contained enough muscle to break primitive steel hidden under a tantalizing layer of soft flesh and a overall attractive roundness that the original species had desired but seldom naturally achieved without gene-therepy. It stood with vacant lust filled eyes, its various parasite made holes dripping in eagerness to accept any invader be it a thick dildo or a small dick. The soft red fur of the creature even seemed shaped to point out each of its open waiting holes as its tongue lulled out begging for something to be shoved down its throat.

"Well they say sex sells, lets just go with that. He was a great test subject though, too bad we hadn't figured out the hormone control, miss the prideful boasts and delusional insistence that he retained his masculinity, right up until she snapped. Good couple of months though, had fun fucking with them."

"...hot...umm, sir. Resuming recording."

Hangglock adjusted and sat relatively close to where he was. He then cleared his throat and started speaking again. "Obviously these successes, while meeting the expectations of the order our backers made, are in direct contrast with the demands you put on our Bio-security team. Demands might I remind you all that include building into the Parasite natural blockers preventing them from infecting the primary A-Class citizen races, One Hundred percent immunity, and no chances of the parasite adapting a way around the blockers. Thats frankly the core of the issue with our stasis, because as of our development progress right now either we fail to fulfill the primary order for the sake of safety and the parasite vastly underperforms, or we make a parasite which will adopt to overcome the biological failsafes we have in place now, or worse yet Control Unit Development will have their portion of the project locked out as the changes we have made when combined have the unintended side effect of making the Parasite uncontrollable. If we lower the standards Bio-security has to operate against we'd get the best results, after all if the Control Units work as advertised then we could even employ these things in the sex industry and see next to no infections. "

After a moment the Doctor sighed his voice more agitated as he spoke. "If you even understood how this thing interacts with the nervous system and brain, let alone rewrites your genetics and consumes and merges with a body you'd understand why control has far better outcomes than this insane push for one hundred percent protection! You and these fetishtic morons in the god damn military are what's holding this project back! I'm fucking out here in the middle of fucking nowhere over some damn primitive planet testing a biosuit that we shouldn't even be developing until we are one hundred percent certain we're not going to rework the Parasite's entire DNA structure again next month! So that's why as a side project we said 'fuck it' my team has a stop gap control device we've installed into each biosuit. And so of course with the testing here we'll be setting up a atmo-dome with variety of biosphere life placed inside, we're going to scan this deadbeat world to confirm the genetic status of the local species, and take a whole test group drop them in the sphere with less than a one hundredth of their number of parasites. After a few months of observation we'll infect the rest, and then prod all these primitive sluts into the biosuits. And then I'll fuck one, I'm putting my litteral dick on the line to show that the command system can prevent infections! ...Shit AI."

"I've been editing everything in real time since you forgot to log out of Succubus Date four." The AI's tone remained flat and neutral, but Doctor Hangglock could just feel the smugness behind it.

"You mean me sitting here talking is fucking useless?" The doctor roared, hands slamming into the table in front of him. Causing himself to yelp slight pain as he massaged his hurt hand.

"Unlike a certain Great Creator-Complex I know, I am limited to creating based off already existing materials." The AI snarked back.

"Well then get this. Hear that you damned motherfuckers? The Biosuits? Hell not only is the guy behind that idea have to have some fucked up kink wanting slut soldiers with skin tight outfits that LICK them as they fight. Only two reasons I'm even giving a flying fuck about the Biosuits is that that project is the only thing paying my Creator Damned paycheck right now! And reason two is I'm not passing up a chance to fuck what will be the most fucked in the head, horny nasty sluts in the universe when I'm done here! You think were doing a random selection from this planet based off confirming genetics?

AI confirmed that from a sample months ago, I'm gonna have her find the boys with the best asses, the most immediately fuckable women, all with some sort of fucked up kink! Me and the team were going to beat our dicks till they come off or rub our asses and pussies until the damn things catch fire watching these fucking fucks turn into the most deranged nymphomaniacs this galaxy has seen, then we're going to doll them up, and hold a fucking orgy for fucking months on end. Then we'll come back pretend we did your mindless drone work, THAT WE ALREADY DID!

Oh and when the Parasite Containment ship and escort ship arrive to join us we're not settling for anything less than the nastiest these parasites will give me to fucking FUCK. I'll start with a real piece of work, find one that wants me to beat the shit out of her while I all Nine of her fucking holes, screaming out to daddy that she's a real whore now truly worthy of him giving her a fuck! Then ill find one of the boys, a strapping lad all armored up wanting to prove he's still a soldier or a sports player despite the massive tits I'll MAKE the parasite give him, and I'll watch as his muscles fade and he shrinks, going from some meat for the fucking front line till he's a tiny little girl with tits bigger than she is, no longer caring about being the most fit and too shy to step forward on her own and far more intent on cuddle-fucking the cute stuffed animal sex toys I'll shove up her tit pussies as I take her ass non-fucking-stop! And while that's going on we'll find some iconic woman of purty a priestess, a young woman to be, whatever will look fucking nastiest once we let the parasites have their way turning her into a depraved parody of her once pure self. She'll be fucking all three of my assholes with her dicks while her hand pussies slobber their juices all over me all while she's worshipping whatever deities or males she dedicated her life to, telling them how their dicks could never satisfy her like I am right fucking...!"

"Sir, your plans might have hit a complication." The Ship AI interrupted the blue of the recording interface suddenly replaced by a holographic view of the Escort ship and Cargo ship both in space. However the Cargo ship was somehow venting plasma into the void and looked to be slowly listing into the planetary gravity field. It would take hours, well over a day or days even before the ship could be pulled in and destroyed by the planet's gravity. But with the equipment the labship had on hand, and the damage it was guaranteed that the Cargoship and its cargo would be lost, months of research destroyed.

"Who the hell did this?" Hangglock demanded as he watched the damaged escort ship firing into the void.

"It appears to be raiders sir. Fortunately it seems our stealth system has kept us hidden and as my time as a military AI I can confirm the escort vessel will be victorious we will be safe here to observe." The AI replied in a almost clinical analysis.

"You want me to stand here watching as my life's work burns? Fuck that I'm going back to Holosex." Doctor Hangglock responded his ego deflated and a sad tone in his voice.

"Well if you download Succuslut College Harem Seven I can at least show you what a real fucking looks like." The AI responded a eager and aroused tone to its otherwise flat voice.