IQ

"Emmanuelle! Are you injured?" The German operative Monika Weisse, better known by her nickname IQ hissed across the room, where she had recently disabled an enemy operative. A groan was all the reply she got, upon further inspection she found a handcuffed and bound Twitch, sticky liquid dripping from her bare ass.

"Not you also" IQ sighed. Their mission to rescue missing operative Ash had already gone sour, upon entering the fiery redheads prison cell Monika had been shocked to find her stripped and collared, covered in any number of bodily fluids, she had reeked of sex. After extracting the mentally fucked out Ash, IQ had returned to find her teammate Twitch in a similar compromised position.

Moving to untie her she noticed the blank happy gaze on Twitch's face, the same as had been on, Ash. Scanning the room for a tool to cut her teammate free, her eyes landed on a case marked KK. KK…The KinkKey! A mind altering substance that Ash had gone deep undercover to investigate. IQ stuffed the many papers contained within the case into her jeans pocket before throwing Twitch over her shoulders and setting out for the extraction point.

72 Hours later

Monika had barely slept. Both Ash and Twitch were restrained in cells next to her lab, not for her safety but for theirs. Nothing was breaking through the mental restructuring that the two elite operators had been given, and it frustrated the older woman to no end. Resolving herself to one last test, she scanned the papers she had stolen for any sign of a cure, hoping to see anything she had missed before.

"Komm schon" she muttered, "Come on." Her tired eyes fell on a small note scrawled down the margin, while the paper was covered with small notes, this one had a time, 1 hour. Under it, a formula she recognised as chemically similar to the KinkKey itself, but with minor alterations. Could it be that this was a temporary form of the drug? With little other leads, Monika carefully measured and poured ingredients until the formula was created, setting the small beaker with the liquid drug stored inside down on the counter with the utmost care.

She looked over to her teammates, her friends, driven wild by their fetishes to the point where they had to be caged. Ash was walking round her cell on all fours, naked as the day she was born with her tits jiggling beneath her, tongue hanging out dripping drool as she happily panted around the room. Twitch on the other hand had used the clothes she had been provided to first bind her legs, then gag herself before affixing her hands to her bound feet, restraining her movement as she gurgled with pleasure around her stuffed mouth.

Anything was worth it to save her teammates, Monika decided, clinical trials for her formula could take weeks, and she couldn't allow them to exist in this state for that long a time. With a sigh she locked the door to her lab, sat down and in a single gulp swallowed a third of the drug in the beaker. Minutes rolled by with little change. She slowly stood up, her head felt clear, but her balance was…off.

Pacing the lab, she turned down the thermostat, it was getting far too hot for her, made it hard to…to think…Oh. The slow pressure that had been building inside the blonde German scientist erupted all at once, her mind so consumed by pleasure and euphoria that she paid little attention to the physical changes across her body. Her infamous jeans, which had attracted so many wandering eyes ripped and split down the seat, exposing her rounded buttcheeks, which themselves were rapidly expanding.

"Mein Gott!" Monika moaned, pleasure rolling across her body, focused on her swelling behind. Her jeans fell to one side, useless to their newly fat assed owner, and in an attempt to dispel the last of the heat she unzipped her top and slid it over her head, leaving her in only a bra and panties. While her lacy bra held her sizable breasts nicely, her panties were filled to the brim, bulging with assmeat, straining to release IQ's ridiculous ass upon the world.

As the overwhelming sensations faded, IQ began an inventory of her body. One brain, frazzled but functional, check. Two tits, seemingly unchanged, check. Two asscheeks the size of pillows, check. Hang on. IQ began to slowly explore her new assets, roaming her hands over her giant behind. Upon reaching her asshole she tenderly explored, previously she had refused anal, worried about the pain, but all it took was a light touch for her gaping asshole to suck in a wandering finger.

At the stimulus inside her ass, IQ's mind shifted from scientific exploration to anal whore, fireworks of absolute sheer joy exploding inside her asshole as she slowly worked her finger deeper, adding more and more of her hand until the full thing was engulfed by her ginormous asshole. The absurdity of her lying on the floor of her lab fisting her ass briefly flitted across her mind, replaced by a far more sensible thought. She didn't have to play with herself, she had others to play with her.

Waddling to the cell doors, she opened both, pouncing first on the face down bound Twitch. The Frenchwoman put up a token resistance as IQ tightened her restraints, her hands tied to her feet behind her back, forcing her face into the ground. When her newfound German lover pulled apart her asscheeks and forced her tongue in between them, licking out her soft ass, she moaned with pleasure around her gag begging the anally fixated scientist to continue.

IQ was only too happy to oblige, slurping at her teammate's asshole with fervour, but when the redheaded Ash padded around the door on all fours, a new idea came to mind. Just as she felt the bound French bitch begin to writhe in orgasm she stood up, striding to a desk drawer with her huge cheeks jiggling behind her. Upon opening it she withdrew a dildo which she kept there as her only companion on some long nights, binding it with tape around Ash's crotch, creating a makeshift strapon.

Bending down on all fours, she wiggled her momentous behind invitingly towards the petgirl, enticing her closer, switching between enjoying the bound Twitch's ass and checking behind her for Ash's attempt at penetration. While the first stab at the jiggling mound of flesh bounced off her cheek, the second try at mounting was successful, the lithe American fuckpuppy mounting the fat assed German, thrusting her hips deep inside her roomy asshole.

Wet sounds of fucking filled the air, Ash's tongue was hanging out and she was panting with joy, ecstatic that she could finally unleash her primal desires. Twitch was a shaking wet puddle under IQ's skilled mouth, anal pleasuring taking her right to the edge and back multiple times a minute. IQ herself was in her element, an 8 inch cock ravaging her asshole which she licked open another person's.

With the constant pleasure time was on no one's mind, least of all Monika's, but slowly she began to feel more, sense more, she was hyper aware of everything she was doing. As her mind clicked back into place, freed of the drugs influence, the German scientist was tongue deep in her friend's asshole with a puppygirl bottoming out inside her own. Feeling a curious lack of disgust, Monika stood up, noting her ass had not reverted to its previous size, untangling herself from her two lovers she moved to the workbench.

Administration of the liquid could be difficult, Monika considered. She couldn't afford to spill any but forcing it down the two mentally broken women's throats could be tough. Perhaps less free of the drug than she thought, IQ came up with a plan. Picking up the phone she dialled the front desk and spoke.

"I need your largest security officer down to Mrs Weisse's Lab, quick as you can." Her snappy tone was not to be messed with, and within minutes an armed guard arrived at her door, dark skinned he stood easily a foot taller than IQ, unable to break his eyes away from the jiggling flesh behind her, aroused but curious about the naked scientist in front of him.

His curiosity was soon resolved as she pulled him down into a deep kiss that that tasted slightly…hmm...shitty…. This was quickly forgotten as the blonde beauty dropped to her knees and fished out his cock, stroking his semi hard erection before lowering her head onto his big black cock. The guard watched in awe as his hard slab of meat was swallowed whole by the German whore, spit running down her chest, her eyes alight with lust.

Before long she slid her mouth off it with a pop, stood and turned, offering up her incredible ass to his cock, which previously had stood so impressive, whereas compared to IQ's insane behind it seemed only average. Despite this, IQ moaned and shuddered, bent over the worktable as an easy 12 inches was slid inside her, sphincter dilating to the max to accommodate the man meat that was filling her insides.

Watching IQ's ass bounce on the guard's cock was like watching a tidal wave in motion, walls of meaty flesh rose and fell, sliding up and down on the thick rod of meat. IQ's face was a picture of conflict, her mind had returned and was screaming at her to calm down and face this rationally, whereas her body was all too eager to milk the cum from the guard's cock. When he reached both hands around and hooked them into each side of her mouth, her mind was silenced, animalistic mating taking control.

The guard grunted and exploded inside her, a hot wave of sticky white cum bubbling around inside IQ, threatening to spill out as the guard slowly extracted his cock from the groaning woman. She babbled incoherently and he leaned closer, eyebrow raised.

"Yuh…You can guh…go now" the cum addled whore burbled. The guard shrugged and tucking his cock away strode out. IQ positioned her thick ass above a beaker and relaxed her sphincter, allowing creamy cum to drizzle out of her asshole into the container. When the flow finally stopped she poured a load of cum into each shot of the drug, before taking it over to the two sluts still in the cells.

Ash upon being offered the cum sat up and begged for it, allowing IQ to slide the salty mixture down her throat, which she swallowed with a big gulp before looking up expectantly for more. Sighing, IQ slid the beaker with the remaining cum over to her, taking more than a little pleasure watching the girl slurp it down.

Twitch was still happily bound and even with her gag removed put up no fight to IQ tipping a load of cum down her throat. Exhaustion setting in, Monika sat down heavily in the cell next to her, watching for any signs of improvement, anything, even if it…took all…night…Her head slumped, and she fell into a deep sleep, her head rolling back.

Moaning sounds awoke the slumbering scientist, originating from the tied Frenchwoman on the floor. IQ let an exhausted smile spread across her face as the body wriggled and struggled to be let free. It had worked. Content, she laid her head back again. Five more minutes wouldn't hurt anyone.