Author's Note:
This is a shorter series that will feature a good helping of futanari action. If that isn't your thing, I would recommend turning back now. If it is, then you're in for a treat. The story will feature a heaping dose of normal corruption as well, so don't worry. This chapter features more build up than transformation or corruption, but the second chapter should be out a few days later, so stay tuned.
As always, please feel free to leave me feedback telling me what you liked or what could be improved! This feedback keeps me writing!
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Zoey Wilson stepped into the dusty storage room and flicked on the lights. Arman Manesh, a fellow grad student at Washington DC City College stepped in after her. The pair had been tasked with categorizing the new artifacts just sent from China for the history department. It was a slow, monotonous task, but it was one step closer to Zoey's dream of being an archeologist. That counted for something.
"I'll take the right side of the stack, you take the left?" Arman asked.
Zoey nodded. With clipboard in hand, she let her mind wander as she set about the dull task. It was going to be a long couple of hours.
About five minutes in, Zoey found a box with a strange label. The label showed a winky face and what looked like a mushroom. There was nothing else to indicate what was in the box. It wasn't unusual for field workers to poorly label artifacts but this one took the cake.
"Hey Arman, take a look at this," Zoey said, calling her fellow student over.
Arman took the box from her and eyed the label, his lips slowly curving into a mischievous smile.
"Is this supposed to be a dick?" he said, pointing at the drawing.
Zoey giggled. She hadn't thought of that. Now she couldn't unsee it.
"Only one way to find out. Open that sucker up," Zoey said.
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Arman asked. "We're usually not supposed to mess with the artifacts while we do this."
"I swear I won't tell if you won't tell," Zoey said.
The urge to see what was inside the box was growing rapidly inside the young woman. She felt giddy and light all of a sudden, despite the boring, musty setting.
"Alright, here goes nothing," Arman said.
The container was similar in shape and function to a shoebox. Arman lifted the lid and began to laugh as soon as he saw what was inside. Then Zoey saw it too and she immediately joined him.
"Oh my god! It really is a dick!" She said.
Inside the box were the desiccated brown remains of what appeared to be a human penis. Zoey could not believe her eyes.
"It's rather big as far as mummified penises go," Arman said.
Zoey laughed and gave Arman a mocking look.
"Do you have experience with other mummified penises?"
"I did a study tour in Egypt during undergrad, so yes. They are usually a lot smaller," Arman answered.
"Well good for him," Zoey said, pointing to the remains. "I wonder who the lucky girl was who was on the receiving end of that thing."
"
I
wonder if that same lucky girl was the one who cut it off!" Arman said.
The two broke out into fresh peels of laughter, failing to notice the way the air around the mummy began to shift and shimmer. Before long, the strange aura expanded until it encompassed the pair. The air around them grew saturated, turning a translucent green color. Zoey was the first to notice.
"Arman, look!"
Arman looked around and cursed. The air around the pair was growing thicker and harder to see through. How could this be happening? Was it the mummy? Zoey had read about certain tombs having caustic chemicals locked away, but could a little mummified body part do the same? None of it made sense.
As Zoey breathed in the strange air, she began to feel its effects. Her entire body started to feel hot like she was running a fever. Her heart began to pound rapidly and her breath grew short. Panic set in, causing the grad student to dash forward wildly. She slammed right into Arman, who dropped the mummy in the process.
Arman took Zoey in his arms. Their bodies pressed against each other and Zoey felt the first animal pangs of desire creep over her. She could smell Arman's aftershave and the musky scent of sweat underneath. She could feel his warmth. His body seemed so much harder and stronger than she remembered it being. So full of power.
Likewise, Zoey's whole body burned and ached. Her chest and backside felt tight and her clothes were feeling uncomfortable.
A deep yearning for the man holding her opened up inside of Zoey. She knew it was wrong. She had a boyfriend for Christ's sake. Still, Zoey could not fight these urges. She felt drawn to Arman as if she were captured by an inviolable force of nature.
Arman clearly felt the same. His breathing was heavy and deep. Slowly, his hands worked down Zoey's back until they found her ass - an ass that felt plumper and heavier than ever before.
In the next moment, he kissed her. Zoey was lost then. She embraced the young man, taking him into her arms.
They moved quickly then, struggling to get out of their clothes as fast as possible. Zoey managed to pull her shirt off only to look down and see her formerly modest breasts straining against her bra. The garment dug into the pale flesh of her shoulders, leaving nasty red marks. She fiddled with the bra for a few moments before Arman lost patience.
The young man took the cups of the bra in his hands and ripped the garment in two. Zoey's breasts surged forward, bouncing like two creamy teardrops. They seemed bigger, but Zoey didn't know how that was possible. Boobs don't grow in a matter of minutes. Maybe this was an allergic reaction to the gas in the air?
Allergy or not, Zoey and Arman were rapidly approaching the point of no return. The young man took Zoey and lowered her to the ground. He pulled down her skirt and panties, revealing her glistening slit.
This was really going to happen. Everything beyond this one primal moment had faded from Zoey's consciousness. Her boyfriend, her job, her future - it was all dust. Only Arman's powerful, muscled body had substance.
Zoey lowered her gaze and saw the throbbing beast between her lover's legs. She gasped. It was enormous! Had he always been packing such a massive dick? And beneath the dick were a pair of heavy, swollen balls. Balls full of sperm that would soon be pumped deep into Zoey's body.
Arman took Zoey's breasts in his hands. His touch sent shivers of pleasure running down Zoey's spine. Her breasts had never felt this sensitive before. The pleasure wracked her, driving her to new heights of depravity. She wanted more. Needed more.
"Take me, Arman," she whimpered. "Take me now!"