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Bug in the Machine(Moth Girl Tg) Halloween Special!
🕑 Added 2020-11-08 21:53:59 +0000 UTC
"Sir are you sure we should be testing this now?"
"Oh shut up Peters. It's experimental and highly theoretical, we'll never know unless we try. Besides I know we have at least a 95% chance of me not turning into cellular goop which is enough. Now turn on the transporter."
"B-But sir-"
"TURN ON THE TRANSPORTER!"
Markuss was a German born scientist, one who worked on the fringe side of things in branches so theoretical they might have been grafted onto the tree of science and made of paper mache. But then again, whenever someone mentioned that, he would always counter how the science of today was the science fiction of fifty years past, plus quantum entanglement wasn't all that far from the current zeitgeist. Quantum entanglement was the more palatable way to sell teleportation to funders, but that's what it was, a teleportation machine.
It had come at great expense and much working around limited funding, but it was all worth it to see his machine, well, machines since you needed one to go from and one to go to, but either way his babies were nearly complete, and all he needed was a final round of funding to take them to the next level. Normally it would be enough to do a demonstration with inanimate objects, the savings in transportation costs worldwide being very lucrative, but his backers were of the more fantastical sort in their views and were doubtful of something they themselves could not test themselves. After all, how did they know his videos weren't just edited to show the objects moving and they had all put in such large quantities of money into it already, so if they couldn't personally teleport in it, why should they funnel any more money into what had essentially become a money pit? Markuss's assistant had grown used to the scientist's tirades over the last week as relations soured, the scientist backed against a wall and needing to ensure it was safe for humans ergo, why he was nervously sweating in the left tube and yelling for him to be tested.
Despite being an eccentric, it wasn't like Markuss was an idiot and he had downed a quarter bottle of Jack Daniels before entering. They had tried with some lab rats and other creatures with no ill effects, but there was always the concern of more cells increasing whatever irregularities might not have appeared in the rats and most scientists were well versed in how cutting edge experiments in fields not fully understood had done in Marie Curie. The last week had been them just slapping a band aid on any fears and leaks they could find, not that it would do much if something catastrophic occurred, but then again, better it happen to the doctor than one of the funders. Either would mean the end of his life's work anyways and despite his fear, Markuss had insisted he be the guinea pig and not his assistant Peters. After all, if the worst were to happen, he left it to Peters to ensure that he'd carry on the work, and to frame it as it being all Markuss's fault so he wouldn't have that same stain on his name. They were so close and surely an opportunity would come along to advance humanity that next great step.
The thought of possibly killing his colleague and friend was what kept his hands hovering over the switch, looking nervously at the two machines. There was a faint clinking noise bothering him too, some stray moth that had been circling and bumping into one of the light fixtures. It was a bother those pests, the two transport tubes requiring a large amount of inside halogen lights so the cameras could pick up everything they needed. The two tubes were large rickety metal structures, sealed on one end while the other had plexiglass shields that had simple grips on the inside and outside with a cheap but effective locking mechanism. Hermetically sealed tubes would have been better, but it was what they could safely afford. Markuss sick of the waiting wrenched his open to yell at Peters to flip the switch, neither aware that the bright glow attracted a new subject.
"FLIP THE DAMN SWITCH PETERS! I CAN BARELY BREATHE WITH A HALOGEN ARRAY BEARING DOWN ON ME!"
He slid the half cylindrical shield shut again, nervously tapping his foot. He was sweating profusely, and for safety reasons, embarrassingly naked out of fear of clothes messing with the process. He was already unsure if his hair would survive the trip, the aged German sporting a decent amount of black and silver body hair and a coarse goatee. His own tappings masked the now quiet, but consistent bumping, the moth from earlier dazed by the brightest lights it had ever seen while Peters found his courage and more importantly Markuss's discarded bottle of Jack. Taking a healthy shot, he flipped the switch, light bathing the entire lab, Markuss muttering prayers to Einstein as he vaguely noticed a slight tinkling noise amidst the rising buzz, only getting a second to ponder what it could be before being suddenly catapulted through reality.
To the scientist it was more like the world had shifted instead, his body falling an inch as he yelped, breathing heavily and panting as he patted himself for any irregularities. Other than a consistent buzzing sensation in his skin and body, there was little of concern thankfully that he could find. Opening the plexiglas shield, he was delighted to see there were no sweat stains or smudging from his first opening, his body exiting the other machine as Peters covered his eyes, allowing the professor to quickly dress in an oversized lab coat. In that moment, neither men noticed the stray hairs starting to shed from his skin, the sweat not abating much. He popped some iodine pills for safety more than any actual findings of radiation and then took another celebratory swig of Jack. It burned a bit on the way down, adding to the overall buzz in his body as he smiled.
"Well now we just wait for four days for any major side effects, but the worst is past us. Now I'll just sit on my ass and it should all be easy peasy here on out."
The first night was restless, Markuss finding a very strange tick to his usual sleeping habits. Like most people, he slept better with the lights off, preferring to keep his curtains drawn and even having a small sleep mask. But oddly the darkness just made him feel restless. It didn't help that he was so sweaty too, his sheets getting progressively more sopping as he tried to find comfort, the darkness hiding his own shedding body, the soaked skin softening over hours of consistent moistening from his body. In frustration he flipped the lights on, planning on making himself a nightcap, but the lights had a completely different result than he could have predicted, a sudden calmness rippling through him, the buzz building to a gently pounding pulse. In the back of his head he assumed it was just alcohol, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the simple led bulb. There was a decent strength to it in his loins as well, the mesmerized scientist ignorant of his own stiffy as it gently rose, pointing up to the light like his eyes as he slowly lulled himself to sleep, his dreams formless past the outline of the bedroom lightbulb.
Through the night his groans would bubble and quiver, his Adam's Apple slightly raw and recessed, barely noticeable, but he woke up feeling achy and... light? Somehow he was still sweating, but it was only when he walked to his bathroom's full length mirror that he was greeted to a shocking sight. His body had shed at least thirty pounds, likely more, his beer gut more a pot belly and even more shockingly, about that many years from the looks of it. This didn't match any known symptoms of radiation sickness or really any other symptoms they had expected or were known by the community. Well there was one sign, hair loss, his hands running across smoother skin as the bits of hair left on his bulging belly separated with a swipe, his arms and legs nearly hairless as well except for a few key areas.
It was bizarre, hair cropped up around his lower arms, his thighs completely hairless but the hair around his calves almost seemed... thicker? Same with the hair around his pecs, not separating even when he gave it a slight tug. It was all grey too despite his body looking younger, his hair thicker than it had been for the last twenty years at least and all the new follicles were grey. His eyes were a tad more bloodshot than usual too, though he put that up to the bad night of sleep. In fact he was already feeling exhausted again, and weirdly aroused, his scientific mind assuming that something must be sending testosterone pumping through him to explain the sudden regression and his cock's state of constant hardness.
He called up Peters to get some samples for a test, rubbing his skin as he did so. It was weirdly tingly and responsive, the absent minded tic making his body shiver in tiny spasmic delights, his pores noticeably shrinking as water continued to run down his softening body. His legs were still rather bulky and his pecs hadn't gotten the memo of his shrinking pot belly, but at least another 5 pounds had drained into his clothes and onto the tile floor by the time Peters came with everything he needed for testing. The look he gave was very confused. On one hand it was incredibly concerning to see such drastic morphic changes, but on the other hand all of them were positive and the doctor had never looked better. Peters took a blood sample, some of the fresh hairs that had sprouted and some samples of the sweat produced along with a few of the completely detaching hairs around the patches. The urine sample took a bit longer than expected given his stiffy and there was an odd urge to masturbate just then when he gripped it, but he suppressed it. Peters promised to get the results back quickly and joked that if they found the secret to deaging they'd be billionaires by Wednesday.
Feeling exhausted from all the changes, Markuss changed his sheets and put the wet ones in the wash, sighing as he fell back to bed. It was weird how tired he was with so much daylight out, though there was the bother of his cock. Looking down, he decided there was nothing wrong with taking advantage of the arousal, grabbing a few tissues before starting to rub one out. His fingers felt softer, making his arousal skyrocket, their callouses actively peeling away as he rubbed faster and faster against his cock, some of the joints pulling into themselves subtly as a hot flush ran through his whole body, a rather embarrassing grunt rising out of him as he came.
It didn't feel right, not bad in any sense of the word, in fact in some ways it felt more intense and pleasant than it had for years, but there was a sense of draining. The release itself was thicker too and it was like the orgasm had punched him somewhere deep in the pit of his stomach, a slight emptiness throbbing there. His groans rose a tad, his drooping eyes focusing on his nipples as grey strands were sprouting, the nipples looking wider, thicker, standing up as his eyelids grew too heavy to keep open.
In his dreams his heart was pounding, the world massive, his body streaming through the night sky as he flew. It was a massive rush, the ground passing by in a blur, all of it heading towards a bright light, its luminescence all he wanted, all he needed, the light embracing him as it covered every inch of his body in a warm, tender embra-
"GAHHH~! Ahhh~ o-ohh?"
Markuss awoke wet and moaning, his cock pumping out more thick loads as his chest throbbed, the sun almost completely down and the night coming alive with the sounds of nocturnal critters. His cock was hot and tender, feeling unbelievably sensitive as his body shook with each release. It felt like he was cumming with his whole body, a few slippery shifts making themselves known as his body changed further.
His cries of pleasure were gurgling, bubbling up to an alto as that empty feeling spread between his legs, the strange shifts internally as blissful as they were disturbing, the only worries coming from how much he was enjoying them. Flicking the light back on he calmed down, still moaning as sperm still slipped out his cock. It wasn't cutting down his arousal, in fact adding to it, his chest feeling raw against his shirt as he peeled the wet fabric off, gasping as he saw his nipples now thick and puffy, the color almost milky and the hair follicles now thickly bunched together into a solid coat of fur. Markuss brushed the patches, the grey fur heavenly soft, his fingers accidentally tweaking his nipples as he squealed.
He gripped his small pot belly, a fire raging in his loins as another load squirted out, the fat in his body actively deflating under his grip. What happened next defied all logic, all reason, the fat squirming up, making him moan as a great bout of cum shot out, covering his sheets as he twitched, his flabby pecs suddenly firming as he felt his stomach's bounty swell into breasts above. It wasn't every day you saw a pair of breasts form on yourself, and while he would have expected to be horrified, the sensations were overpowering, heavenly as he hugged his waist tighter, feeling the bones pop and slip inside a bit as he thrashed about. The process was sensual and intimate, dragging his sides in, his fingers flush to a flat tummy as they traced his curving contours, his thighs clenching to prevent more releases. Eventually the sexual high faded and he was left panting in an effeminate tone, stumbling out of his soiled sheets to better asses the damage, though as he got up, his eyes once more landed on the light inside his room. Had it always been this dim? He should replace it immediately for something brighter, shinier, hott- What the hell was he thinking?!
Hypotheses ran through his head as he went towards the bathroom mirror, his legs feeling warm and burdened, like he had some of the sheets still wrapped around them. Looking down he nearly fainted, seeing his calves similarly coated in thicker grey hair, like a thin pair of leg warmers. Flipping the light on in the bathroom his obsession was growing worse, his spent cock revitalizing itself as his tongue panted over the sight of its brightness, and yet it could be brighter. It took more willpower than he wanted to admit to turn away from it and focus on himself, his chest shuddering as his small breasts grew larger. The human body had a complex series of warning signs that all were supposed to alert you to horrific deviancies and massive structural trauma, so it was all the more worrying that even as he could see the changes happening, everything in his body screamed out to give in, to enjoy it, a series of cute moans forced from his melting throat, his breasts massaging the muscle left in his chest as they perked out further.
It was hard to hold back the lust, his once rotund belly now curvy and slim, his cock throbbing between his thighs as the arousal sensually sprouted more hairs on his shrunken arms. Markuss was trying not to cum anymore, the breasts and emerging body shape leaving a final result not that hard to imagine, the draining feeling of the past releases now clear as his body ejecting his masculinity. His ruddier complexion stood in stark relief to the pale orbs on his chest and a closer inspection found his dainty fingers similarly pale. The sprouting hairs when parted revealed a similar kind of peeling, the growing follicles spearing his skin in hexagonal flakes, painlessly shedding the scale like skin away to soften and shift into his new complexion. Amidst all this, he almost missed how bloodshot his eyes were, no longer veined but shaded in wide swaths, the red spots bulging out slightly.
There was something off now about his face, his jaw working itself, his whole face flexing as he couldn't help but feel as if a part of it was fake and rubbery, that feeling of a double tiered visage turning the normal abnormal as his own reflection started to feel wrong. It was like repeating a word you know until it lost all meaning, his hands pressing on the bones, rubbing around, trying to understand what was wro-
"AHHHN~ Ohhh w-wait shit sto-STAHHHHP~!"
He had leaned in too closely, his furry breasts squishing against the mirror as his face contorted into a blissful parody of masculinity, the accidental pressing sending a slow moving bolt of pleasure down his body. It traveled down his spine, notch by notch, the vertebrae pressing out against the skin as flecks of it peeled off around the bumps, each one visibly straining as they slowly recessed. His spine was forcefully arching itself, amping up the pleasure as each surge sent a noticeable lump slithering down, almost like a slug, the mass separating once it slid into his buttocks and wrapping around the hollow cavity he had felt grow with each release, his knees popping inwards slightly as he couldn't stop the gush of release from splattering across his thighs.
In his ecstatic shrieks, a mucusy blob of something had popped out, his head jerking to send it into the sink nearby as like his breasts, his ass was perking and turning more solid in its composition. It didn't help that his voice was now incredibly feminine and high pitched, the squeals urging him on to release more testosterone, to give in. He already didn't like how watery his sperm had become, groaning as the hollowness throbbed between his thighs, the space carving its way closer to his cock like some demonic hand, hellbent on giving it a final jerk.
Unsure of what to do, he wiped off his thighs, taking extra care not to touch his erection, his mind a mess as he stumbled back into his room. Without thinking his legs pulled him past the bedroom and into the kitchen pantry, his instincts moving him to the back corner as he tried to understand how teleportation could cause massive gender dysmorphia. It was after hypothesizing a radiation that changes Y to X chromosomes for stability that he noticed he was digging around the storage cupboard, grabbing some of his old incandescent bulbs.
Why was he grabbing these? They were highly energy inefficient but so much brighter. Er, well yes they were brighter, hotter but... well he never much liked the dark and the lower intensity lights had probably not been the best for his eyes and a brighter mood might help him think. A warm fuzzy blanket draped itself over his brain at the acceptance, his gray hair billowing out further, the soft locks tickling him as he grabbed enough bulbs for his bedroom and bathroom. The old bulbs were still hot when he grabbed them, the heat making him giggle and drool slightly, rubbing one against his navel absentmindedly as his belly button lengthened, his knees knocking together further as his cock tensed against the fully hairless skin, all thoughts on work slipping away once he had a bright light to surround him, the hours passing in a daze as drool and cum pooled below.
He could have stayed like that for a full day if nothing had interrupted, unable to ignore the call of the light as his body dribbled out masculinity like a leaky faucet. Over the course of four hours his right testicle had slowly been deflating, losing its ability to refill and replenish its goopy contents as the growing channel rubbed against its leathery base, Markuss squealing as the fifth hours hit, his ball yanked inside with a sudden, orgasmic explosion as his body bounced against the bed, a gush of clear fluids pouring from his cock as his eyelids grew heavy. He tried to stay awake, but the pleasure was hot and insistent, warmth swimming up from his hip as he moaned, feeling a feminine bliss wrap around him like a tight blanket, his eyes shutting as the first slivers of sun brought the dawn.
Long, bright rods filled his dreams, some large enough to wrap his body around, others small enough to slip inside his cock, all of them filling him with warmth and delight and a comfort that superseded everything else. He needed them close, licking them, humping them, moaning as the lights all came down on him, the world erupting into an iridescent bukakke as he bit down into their glorious warmth, screaming in bliss as his body finally-
Markuss awoke with a start, groaning as he found his cock swaddled in slickened thigh fat, his knees now firmly acute and springy. Part of his sheets had fallen out of his mouth with that groan, his eyes noticing a solid eight of his top sheet and bedding were now riddled with holes and bite marks, his mouth tasting faintly of detergent. His right leg and buttocks were noticeably plumper too, the flesh perky and springy. He noticed the lack of a right testicle in his cursory gropes, probing the flat space and gasping as a slight spasm went through his groin, his cock shuddering as a few millimeters churned and slipped inside.
The fluids that leaked from his cock could barely be called cum in the male sense, his remaining testicle feeling very loose and watery as a rumble echoed from his stomach. Without thinking he chewed on more of his bedding, smiling as his jaw popped, his tongue slithering out two inches longer than it could before as his saliva ate away at the cloth. Even when he realized how wrong this was, he could not find it in himself to spit it out, relishing the dissolving fibers and hugging his waist with a pleased coo, feeling his breasts throb happily with his cock at the growing acceptance of his new form. On top of all this, there was a slight migraine, more pressure than pain in his head, but noticeable for being the first discomfort he felt, yet it didn't feel like it was because of the changes, that pressure from the new him trying to break free of his old shell, chipping away at the cocoon that was Markuss.
It was at this point that he noticed the tan smears across his sheets, his right hand that had done the probing similarly colored in his old complexion. Pressing against his back, he could feel there was an added smoothness to the skin, his other hand rubbing his belly as the ruddy coloring scraped away, dusting into smaller scales to show the milky, pale coloring below. It reminded him of something, the way it smeared as it touched, that powdery feeling, but he felt too disgusting to give it a proper thought, tearing his sheets off the bed into strips and snacking on some of them, as he walked to the shower, his tongue turning thinner and longer by the minute.
There was a chiming sound that comforted him as he washed off most of his body's filth, ignoring the frantic calls his phone was getting as he rubbed his slender body up and down. The hot water felt amazing on his breasts, the heat working at his cock as he giggled, feeling another inch pull inside with a clear release, that hollowness noticeably ramming against the base of his shaft. It was getting harder to deny that side of him, the emerging one that wanted him to give in, his hands probing around for any more changes as he found he now had sensitive nubs sprouting from his body. One thick one at the base of his spine, four cylindrical lumps above his mid back and two tiny ones on opposing sides of his scalp as he washed out his now flowing, grey mane. Each one lightly buzzed against his fingers, all of them intensely pleasant to grope though he had to be gentle, all of them sensitive beyond belief.
Reason eventually took hold again, though he couldn't shake the feeling that reason was boring. His eyes were throbbing, a quick glance revealing the whites to be full red now, the shape starting to distend as his pupils were slowly assimilating into the blood red pools. The jelly was harder now, hexagonally inclined and bulging out further, bruising the surrounding skin painlessly as they gained a black looking outline. It looked so wrong on his jowly face, that same sensation of wrongness trying to break free growing when his phone rang again. He barely caught it, the quick swiping of his thighs making another inch of his cock squish inside, his body trembling as he answered, "H-Hello?!"
"Thank god you weren't picking up your- Wait Markuss is that you?!"
"Yes it's- Ooooh~ m-me."
He tried lowering his voice to sound less perky, groaning as his spine arched further, those four sensitive nubs in his spine sticking out further and making him almost cum as pressure continued to rise.
"You sound... strange. Um has anything major happened since the last time I was there? Change wise I mean."
The other voice in his head didn't want it to stop, worried that if he knew it could be reversed, every part of his body pulsing with pleasure as reason was ignored for desire.
"I-I'm fine I swear I just need another Mmmph d-day to to-," he had to bite his hand to stifle the lust filled scream, the skin on his back serrating, grey, scaly lumps piercing through as his pupils fully turned red, his eyes rolling back as his shower was rendered pointless down below. Thankfully Peters took over the conversation as Markuss fell to his knees, stifling his cries as what felt like 4 fresh nipples or cocks were straining against his back's loose skin.
"I tested everything and the results scared me Markuss. Your DNA is being rewritten, in fact I could watch it happening under the scopes, a foreign sample corrupting and mixing with yours into a hybrid state. The patterns did bring up a match and I checked the inside of your booth. On the halogens were some specks, brownish grey scales that had powderized and thankfully it hadn't been burnt up or transported, but it confirmed my fears. There was a moth in there when you transported and erm... well I tested the samples and the moth it was, it... it was female Markuss."
Oh thank god it was all clicking into place now, Markuss's mind snapping to the important information there. The halogens! He had spares here and if he put those on he'd have the brightest, hottest lights po-
"HYAAA YESS OHHH~ FUUUCK!" The phone dropped, Markuss screaming as he came, his wings tearing through his back to emerge in an orgasmic release.
He couldn't stop the screams, gripping his face in agonized ecstasy as the fluttering appendages tore through his back, dripping with hemolyph, his body's cocoon finally breaking. Large, insectoid wings were shoving their way out of his fallen body, filling the room with splats of scales and liquid as his feet clenched, his cock leaking as it rammed against parting muscle. His mind couldn't handle it, so it burst, the two bumps exploding out into fuzzy feelers that sent his mind reeling with information overload, his face beginning to crunch and split under his clenched fists.
It was too good to fight, too spectacular to even imagine resistance, his remaining testicle noticeably crumpling as hot cum flowed from his stubby dick like magma. He slammed his face to the ground, moaning as the lump above his buttocks surged, popping out into tiered beauty as each surge of growth led to a similar shrinkage in his ball. For purchase he bit down on the carpet, thrashing as his hands stroked his emerging abdomen extension, the tail like appendage tearing through its thing fleshy cover to reveal a gloriously fluffy moth tail that wagged erratically. At that moment his remaining testicle retracted, his mouth biting through the carpet as he squealed, barely three inches of cock left as a fuzzy band of fur wrapped around his sensitive junk.
"AHHH~ AH YESSS~! Ohhh OHH M-MOOOORE!"
His face looked semi mashed, jaw broken from the bite, nose smushed into a pulpy mess from how hard he had been rubbing it into the floor. Yet there was no pain, only building ecstasy, the half moth "man" crawling to the bathroom, needing to see his face, to break open the tough outer layer of his cocoon and be free of this male shell.
Struggling to his knees his feet crunched, his left two and right three toes merging together as the bones mixed into large stubby digits. His heels were extending, turning into an equally stubby digit as they thrashed under their furry leggings, thick leg warmer like jostles of fur jostling about as skin was shed for chitinous bottoms, the three large "toes" clenching as he propped himself up into the mirror.
His face was throbbing, threatening to split along its ruined lines, each throb building off the last as it surged out further each time. As if to match the pounding in his head, there was pounding at his door, getting louder, more frantic and then pausing as the sound of someone ramming themselves against it grew evident. It must have been Peters, worried for him, concerned, so full of warmth, so young, so sexy and he was here... for her!
She screamed at that thought, the pulsing becoming a rupture, her old face splitting as a long, wiry tongue exited the gaping hole of her old mouth, her hands pulling at the sides of the opening and tearing it apart. Her new face emerged gooey, blushing and gasping, her round cherubic cheeks, cute little nose and incredibly bushy eyebrows all working themselves up and down, her head shaking to shed the last few strands of muscle and sinew connecting those old jowls to her girly face now. She could hear her door shuddering, on its last legs, her cock stubbornly there as she opened the medicine cabinet, smiling feverishly as she mixed together chemicals to form a bright green solution, its phosphorescent glow hypnotizing as Peters broke through her downstairs door.
"MARKUSS! WHERE ARE YOU?! I'M HERE TO HELP... you?"
The assistant was shocked when he entered the bedroom, the area suffused with the smell of sex, his eyes noticing the array of bite marks on his sheets, the copious amounts of drying cum and the fresh trail that led into the bathroom, dry strips of skin and scale scattered across the carpet, carpet which had clearly been chewed on in a few areas. There was a disturbing chittering sound from the bathroom, and a clearly womanly moaning that further added to his nerves.
"Er, M-Markuss that is you in there r-right? I don't have to be concerned do I- HOLY SHIT!"
The moth girl flew out the door, literally, her wings a blur as she slammed into Peters, knocking him onto the bed with her glass of green goop undisturbed. Her warm little mouth was kissing his cheek, her sexy body coiling around his as he whimpered.
"Mmm just in time Peters. Need this, need cock, need lamp. Give it to me now!"
CHOMP
Her mouth moved from his cheek to his clothes, her long tongue slithering out, a proboscis at least the length of her body as it slid under his shirt, past his jeans and under his boxers to coil around his cock. Despite its wiry composition, it felt amazing, the articulated tube pleasuring him as the former Markuss tore off chunks of his shirt, moving down as her mouth grew ever closer to the real prize. Her saliva made quick work of his jeans, a nibble freeing his cock from his boxers though the fear was making it only half erect. Grinning, she doused her hands in the green liquid, coating them as she looked down at his erection, her own throbbing and leaking above it.
"Wh-What is that?! What are you- OHHH!"
Her soft hands played with his cock, tenderly grasping it, slathering his meat with green, glow in the dark paint, her proboscis retracting as her mouth made its way towards Peters'. The bright concoction made his cock glow lime green, the former professor moaning, as she looked at the bright, glowing dick, straddling her assistant with her thighs as she prepared to put the light inside of her.
"W-Wait you're not in your right mind professor I-I can't take advantage of-"
She shushed him, starting to rub his dick with her thighs, moaning as another spasm went through her cock as only two inches remained, her tip wide and sloppy as it pressed hungrily against her assistant's cock.
"I'm not dumb, just horny. It feels amazing Peters, now please, fuck me because I can't take it anymore!"
She slammed her cock down onto his, screaming as she felt it invert and slip away, plowed by her assistant's glowing manhood, his warmth and light filling her as they coupled frantically. For parts of it she was on top, for others she was the bottom, her wings flying them above the covers as she had the living daylights fucked out of her. The horny moth girl rode him till his hot sperm exploded inside, filling her with wonderful warmth as the two flopped down, both utterly exhausted and pleased.
"Ohhh gawwwd. Even if we found a way to turn back I couldn't go back after thaaat~. I didn't know you were such a stud."
She could tell her assistant was still a little weirded out with his old professor turning into a hot girl and fucking him, but he wasn't exactly trying to push her away either so she cuddled closer.
"When I get back to the lab I'll want a bunch more halogens set up, and a call placed to our backers. Teleportation is finally real, and so are monster girls. I'm certain some of them will be perverts who'd want to try it."
She toyed with his cock as she laid out what their next few moves would be, smiling as it was slowly rising back to attention.
"B-But we don't know how to undo it!"
"Yet Peters. We don't know how to undo it yet. And trust me, once they get a taste of what this feels like..." She sunk herself onto his cock then, both moaning as the fucking began with earnestness.
"Well let's just say this little bug in the process is a better feature than we could have ever imagined."
