Note: Contains incest and men being transformed into fully female hot bimbos.
There is an old saying, dating all the way back to Benjamin Franklin, that always made sense to me.
Three people can keep a secret, if two of them are dead.
Conspiracies are tenuous things. All it takes is one weak link in the chain and everything falls apart. From that, I regarded such conspiracy theories skeptically for most of my life, and I was a very private individual. Back when I worked at the campus laboratory, I clued only Stephanie in to some of the real nature of my work. Even then, there were crucial details I kept from her, only trusting myself with the full picture.
These days though, that old saying didn't apply too much to me. Franklin had never had access to a new drug that could completely and totally brainwash others, ensuring their undying loyalty after all. I had, and that gave me some flexibility. The flexibility to turn Dynamic Medical into just the kind of workplace I wanted it to be.
First of all, there was budget. Dynamic Medical was already spending 20% of its budget on research and development, but with my ability to pump trance-inducing gas through the air vents, I was quickly able to raise that figure to 40%. At the same time, research into useless stopgap cures designed to milk as much money from the patient as possible was halted, and every scientific mind within the building was now working under me, doing the grunt work of scientific progress while I could focus on the bigger picture.
Before I'd experimented on myself, before I'd turned myself into a high-testosterone, thickly muscled, powerful alpha male, that would have been enough. But now I had hungers I needed to sate other than my scientific curiosity, and so I had made some other changes around the premises.
For one, I had administered doses of the bluepill formula to every employee, transforming them all into beautiful women. Each was given a small spray bottle of the purple formula to use on close family and associates outside of work, instructed to have their old selves quietly disappear from society. In some ways, it was their reward for helping me bring my vision to life. No matter how old they were, no matter what their health was, the drug made them better. Young, vital, beautiful, mentally and physically fit, and if my theories were correct, they would stay that way for decades to come.
Of course, for the male employees that meant a transformation into young women who appeared to be just coming out of puberty, but even without the brainwashing I'm sure a good number of them would be grateful for their new, healthy bodies and extended lives. I realized I was rationalizing, that the real reason I was doing that was to expand my harem, a harem I refused to share with any other men, even ones subordinate to myself. That should be have bothered me, but the more I thought about it, the more sense it made to me.
One man could impregnate countless women. And as the only superior man, natural selection demanded that I be the one to foster the next generation. There might be some problems down the line, but nothing I wouldn't be able to handle.
For now, I had other things on my mind.
Stephanie's betrayal, for one.
My former lab assistant had been reporting everything to my Aunt Rose. Even when I had transformed her with the bluepill, she hadn't disclosed that information, probably because I hadn't thought to ask. And after discovering the betrayal, I hadn't found a way of contacting her. Whether this meant that Rose had found a way to override the programming or Stephanie was being held captive, I didn't know.
The important thing was, someone else had access to my work, someone almost as smart as I was. Someone who wanted to stand in my way. Aunt Rose would need to be dealt with very soon.
That meant I needed an edge. If she understood the formula for the bluepill, that would mean she could engineer a countermeasure towards the purple gas I'd derived from it. I'd need something more potent. Something she wouldn't expect.
All this plotting and scheming, not to mention the ethical dilemmas I was ignoring with the subversion of people's free will...I was starting to feel a bit like a villain. But no. Everything I was doing was going to push humanity forward into a new golden age. If that required some bloodless sacrifices, then so be it.
"Excuse me, Master?" Jian knocked on my open door as she came in. The former head of Research and Development, she looked perfectly meek and timid stepping into her former office, the one I'd taken over for my own uses.
She was dressed in the new "uniform" I'd designated for my scientific team. A white lab coat, shorter than usual, only going a few inches below her ass and left completely unbuttoned, revealing her naked flesh underneath, adorned only with lacy stockings and garter belts. The high heels completed the look, though even in the five-inch heels, Jian hardly topped five feet. The olive-skinned Asian beauty was all curves, her large breasts pushing the lab coat to the side, her wide hips swaying with every step.
"What do you need?" I knew Jian wouldn't disturb me without reason. I delegated most of my research tasks through her, after all.
"The final batch of maids are almost ready to complete their conversion, Master." She said with her eyes cast down, her hands behind her back so I had an unobstructed view of her body.
The final batch. A group of executives had been on a business trip to London while I had been making my changes within Dynamic Medical. They had been taken care of upon their return last week, but they had been lagging on their treatment, and I hadn't been able to administer their final dose along with everyone else.
As great as the bluepill was, there was a flaw. The effects were powerful, revolutionary. It took only two doses for a subject to be completely revitalized and transformed into their best self. But the subject was left with an overwhelming addiction to the pills themselves. Further pills would only be able to satisfy the craving for another day though, and until their conversion was "completed", they would stay addicts.
And since the only chemical compound that could complete their conversion was my cum, I was only able to do so many women a day. Any more and it would cut into my time researching.
That could wait for the moment though. At least until I finished my current work. In the meantime, I set the third monitor on my desktop to show the security footage from down in the lab.
"It looks like Kayla is getting them ready." I said as the crystal clear image appeared on my screen.
"Yes, Master. I thought you might be busy, so I thought it best to inform you ahead of time." Jian replied. With no need to be told, she slowly sank to her knees and crawled towards me.
One of the first things I'd changed about her office once I'd taken over was replacing the solid oak with a large glass desk. Keeping all of my information either in digital format or locked within my own mind, I had little need for paper documents, and the transparent top gave me a perfect view as Jian crawled to kneel side by side with the dark-haired Diana, her former boss, one of the first DM employees I'd transformed and who had shown a particular talent for cock worship.
Or perhaps it was the way the former high-powered executive reminded me of my Aunt Rose that made her tongue feel so delightful?
