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Pink Goo A brief diversion into a spot of sci-fi. This one starts slow but escalates quickly. "Grey Goo" is a hypothetical end-of-the-world scenario involving molecular nanotechnology in which out-of-control self-replicating robots consume all suitable matter on Earth while building more copies of themselves. But what if the "goo" was pink rather than grey... (As always, please let me know if you enjoyed this story and leave some feedback or a review to help me improve in future (or for any of my other stories if you read them) - S.S.) Professor Barnaby Farnsworth sat at his lab bench, still working after all his colleagues had just left to go back to their homes in the nearby town of Springfield, Virginia. Professor Farnsworth was a grey man in his late fifties, his thin bloodless skin over a pinched narrow face with thinning grey hair, wearing a grey suit under his white lab-coat. His unappetising appearance was matched by an unappealing personality. Strongly introverted, he had no real friends, and was dismissive and close to hostile to all those he thought inferior, which was pretty much everybody. The one thing Professor Farnsworth had in his favour was a driving ambition. Throughout his life and career in science he had been focussed on making a critical impact on mankind and winning himself a Nobel Prize for it. A world-renowned expert in biology and nanotechnology, he was experimenting with his latest creation. He believed that the nanites he had designed, and now held in a syringe-like dispenser, could ultimately be used to cure cancer and, possibly, a whole host of other illnesses. They worked by using cellular mitochondria to make copies of themselves and to go on to rebuild (or destroy) specific chromosomes in that cell. On the bench was a petri dish holding a layer of male skin cells. As a proof of concept, Professor Farnsworth had programmed the nanites to enter these skin cells and re-write their "male" Y-chromosome with a new "female" X-chromosome - effectively feminising the cell culture. Carefully (he well knew the potential dangers of uncontrolled nanite release) Professor Farnsworth opened the petri dish and injected a small, pink blob of the nanites into the centre, using the dispenser. He quickly closed the dish and watched as, in a matter of minutes, the blob expanded outwards into a pink ring, moving to the edges of the dish. This proved to him the nanites were working, but had they done their programmed task? He placed the dish under a strong ultra-violet light source to destroy any remaining nanites and opened the dish before applying a cross of test solution to the surface of the culture. The test solution needed a minute to develop but it would show if the cells were still male or if they had been changed to female. In an attempt at laboratory humour, the solution had been designed to turn "blue for boys and pink for girls." Professor Farnsworth gasped with delight, a rare display of emotion, as the cross turned pink. In an even rarer display of emotion, he slapped the bench in triumph. Unfortunately, this action sent the nanite dispenser flying into the air. In an instinctive reaction, Professor Farnsworth caught the dispenser but, in so doing, managed to squirt a small blob of nanite paste onto the fingertips of his other hand. Acting quickly, he thrust his hand under the ultra-violet lamp to neutralise the nanites. He knew he should press the emergency button on the bench and release a pulse of electromagnetic energy through the lab, destroying any live nanites. However, Professor Farnsworth hesitated. He was sure he'd got the nanites under the UV lamp quickly enough and, in any case, he knew they couldn't quickly penetrate the layer of dead cells on the surface of his skin. He did not want to destroy his precious, successful nanites from the experiment, as well as all those his colleagues held in the lab, creating a major expense and inconvenience. Professor Farnsworth turned to his laptop and began typing up his notes from the experiment. Unknown to him, a small number of the nanites had survived under his fingernail, sheltered from the UV light. They had a limited lifespan and would have denatured in a few hours had Professor Farnsworth not been a nervous nail-biter. As he pondered what he was writing, he chewed unconsciously on his fingernails introducing the nanites into his mouth. Here, they found their way to the exposed flesh where his gums met his teeth - Professor Farnsworth suffered from gingivitis and, as a result, appalling halitosis. Within an hour, he began to feel slightly feverish but thought nothing of it. Colds and viruses were common in the recycled air of the laboratory. He did panic, however, when, shortly later, his hands would no longer move on the keyboard. As he looked down on them, he realised he was completely paralysed. He watched in unmoving horror as the blue veins on the back of his frozen hands turned pink. Over time, his hands seemed to shrink, exposing more letters on the keyboard as the fingers became thinner and more delicate while his thin, grey skin became a softer, healthier hue and the liver spots on the backs of his hands vanished. He was still convinced he was going to die when, in less than an hour, sensation and motion returned to his body. He raised his hands in front of his face, marvelling at how the skin looked thirty, no, forty, years younger as the too big sleeves of his lab coat and jacket slipped down, exposing slender wrists covered in the same soft skin. He put his hand on his face exploring the soft, plump and now, wrinkle free contours. He knew from this that he had changed radically, a knowledge that was confirmed as his hands discovered the long, wavy blonde hair that hung down the sides of his face. Starting to panic, he looked down and, instead of his thin pigeon chest was confronted by two large mounds of flesh pushing out the front of his lab coat. Reaching inside the lab coat, he found that his belt and trousers were loose around his waist, indicating that his formerly slim figure was even slimmer there, yet they felt tighter round his hips and butt. Finally, he reached down between his legs, finding that his cock and balls had vanished, and he now had flat skin with a narrow slit there that he hesitated to explore further. He stood up and, with some difficulty in the now oversized clothes, walked over to the laboratory sink in the corner where there was a mirror. Instead of an elderly, unattractive man the reflection that stared, wide-eyed, back at him was that of a young girl of, at most, twenty years old. And what a girl! She was an absolute knockout, perfect 10, centrefold good looking. With large blue eyes, a delicate, up-turned nose and full lips on a perfectly symmetrical face covered in perfect, healthy pink skin. Professor Farnsworth gasped in shock as he realised what had happened. The nanites had re-written his DNA and turned him into a beautiful young woman. He knew he should stay and confess to what had happened, but he knew that would mean being quarantined for weeks, perhaps months, while he was tested and experimented on. He decided, in that moment, to make a run for it. He would head to his cabin in the mountains and figure out a cure for this transformation there. Stepping out the lab, Farnsworth hit the emergency button on the corridor wall, flooding the lab with an electromagnetic pulse to make it safe for anyone entering later by destroying all nanites. In his confused, disorientated state though, he had forgotten that protocol required he should be inside the lab when this happened to ensure there were no viable nanites on, or in, him. Knowing that the emergency purge would also activate a remote alarm and bring assistance and attention, he headed out the door and into his car to get clear. Farnsworth realised he needed a change of clothes. There was obviously no point in returning to his apartment for them, nothing there would fit his new curves. He headed to the 24-hour Walmart on the edge of Springfield, parked up and entered the store. Taking a shopping cart, he headed to the unfamiliar women's clothing section. He intended to quickly grab some outdoor trousers, jumpers and a jacket to fit his new frame and keep him warm and comfortable in his cabin. However, after he had selected these items his eye was drawn by the racks of brightly coloured lingerie. He realised he would need some underwear too. His head told him to just grab some plain, thermal underwear but, somehow, he couldn't resist touching and examining the delicate lace and satin undies, wondering how they would look and feel against his new, soft skin. He had no idea what size he now was and picked up a paper tape measure and consulted a convenient sizing chart. Farnsworth found that he now had a 36DD-28-38 porn-star figure and had lost nearly six inches in height. He began picking out a selection of pretty lingerie to fit his new body before the thought began to grow that it might be fun to wear some nicer clothes over them. An hour later, Professor Farnworth decided he needed to finish his "quick" shopping trip and he wheeled his cart over to the single checkout that was open at this time of night. Instead of simply holding some outdoor clothing and a new pair of walking boots as planned, the cart was now full of skirts, dresses, cute tops and blouses, pretty, feminine lingerie, pantyhose and several pairs of high heeled shoes and boots. The dour, overweight, middle-aged woman working the checkout barely glanced up and rang the purchases through as if it was perfectly normal to have a pretty young woman in an oversized, grey man's suit buy a whole new wardrobe of pretty clothes. Professor Farnsworth had lived a frugal, nearly Spartan, lifestyle so his credit card had no problem covering the large bill for all the purchases. He wheeled the shopping cart into the woman's bathroom, empty at this late hour, to get changed after checking nobody was looking. In the bathroom he quickly stripped out of his suit, shirt and underwear, bundling them into the trash can. On top of the cart was a packet of three pairs of plain white cotton panties but Farnsworth ignored these, reaching instead for a bright red lace bra and panty set. He stepped into the red lace thong, enjoying the feel of it sliding between his legs and up the crack of his full, round ass. The bra was a bit more difficult; he'd obviously never worn one before, but eventually he got it fastened and nestled his large breasts comfortably into the cups. Catching sight of himself in the mirror, he gave a small gasp, astonished how the red lacy garments actually made him look even hotter than he had looked naked. He pulled on a white cotton blouse that was not quite opaque enough to cover the red lacy bra totally, and stepped into a tight, black lycra mini skirt. On his feet, he put on a pair of brown, suede pumps with a kitten heel - he wasn't quite ready for some of the stiletto heels he'd bought but found himself looking forward to trying them. Checking himself again in the mirror, he marvelled at just how beautiful and sexy he looked. Any guy would kill to get in bed with a woman like that, he thought. The seed planted, he found his mind wandering to thoughts of guys, large muscles, strong hands on his body, big cocks.... He caught himself, more than slightly shocked. Professor Farnsworth had led a pretty asexual life, focussed mainly on his work with no room for distractions. He had had a few short-lived relationships with women when he was younger, though, and he was certain he was straight. He had no idea where these new thoughts were coming from but found it hard to turn his mind from them. He quickly wheeled his cart out to get out the store and back to his car. On the way to the door though, he passed the make-up counter. Farnsworth had no idea how women's make up worked, but he made a mental note to look up some tutorials online when he got the chance, he wanted to look good and attract guys, he thought. As he fought against that thought, he found himself picking up a bright red lipstick tester. He had seen enough women in movies and on television applying lipstick and he carefully give it a try before adding a few generous squirts of a sweet, floral perfume. Smiling at the result in the mirror he considered that no man would turn down a kiss from that cute pout or miss the opportunity to have them sliding over their stiff... Snapping himself back, he headed out the store and loaded his purchases into the back of his car. Getting in behind the wheel, he paused for a moment. He knew he really should get going to his cabin retreat but would it really be so bad to take this hot, young body for a test run? He could get away in the morning, nobody would be any the wiser. The thought of a one-night stand with a stranger gave him butterflies in his stomach and an intense heat between his thighs, sensations he now recognised as female sexual arousal. Throwing caution to the wind, Farnsworth drove out of the car park and headed to downtown Springfield. He parked a couple of blocks away from the Catfish Bar, a singles bar notorious enough that even the dusty Professor had heard of it, with a growing feeling of excitement. Entering the bar, almost every head turned to check him out. He was far better looking than any of the other women there and he got a few envious looks from some of them. The bar wasn't too busy, it being a weeknight. There were a few guys drinking with their buddies and most of the others were busy hitting on the few female customers. Professor Farnsworth's eyes settled on a lone guy sitting on a bar stool at the end of the bar. He wasn't the best-looking guy there by some measure. In his early thirties of average height and build, he had tan skin and watery blue eyes and his short, black hair was receding in a widow's peak. He was just a single, run of the mill office worker out looking for some company rather than sitting in his apartment drinking on his own. His mind made up, Professor Farnsworth marched straight across the floor of the bar and stood beside him and said, "Hi. I'm Bambi," smiling widely, swivelling her hips and twirling a strand of her long blonde hair round her finger. The guy's face split into a leer as he replied, lecherously, "Sure you are...." to the angel standing in front of him, momentarily unable to understand that such a hottie would be coming on to him. He quickly got a grip of himself and replied more politely with his most inviting smile, "Err, Hi. I'm Thomas. Nice to meet you, er...Bambi. Can I buy you a drink?" Bambi smiled and hopped up on the next bar stool, giving Thomas a tantalising flash of her red lace panties as she did so. Twenty minutes later, Bambi lent over and whispered into Thomas's ear some of the things she wanted him to do to her. Seconds later he was walking this complete babe, who had apparently walked out of his dreams, out of the bar and back to his nearby apartment. A couple of hours later, Bambi rolled over and put one of her slim, smooth thighs over the legs of her prone lover. She was incredibly pleased with herself. Through their recent energetic lovemaking she had coaxed three orgasms from the sleeping guy next to her and a few more for herself. She had taken a load of his sperm in each of her holes and felt deliciously wanton and slutty - feelings completely unlike anything she had experienced as boring old Barnaby. She propped herself up on one arm, smiling down at her sleeping man, and cupped his balls with the other hand. She wondered if it would be possible to coax another load from the exhausted guy lying there and considered where she wanted it, if she could. The sleeping man opened his eyes and smiled groggily at her, managing a faint, "Hey, honey..." before his eyes went wide. Bambi looked on in horror as his mouth pulled back into a rictus grin and his body went rigid underneath her. She didn't know what was happening. Was he having a seizure? A heart attack? Had she basically fucked him to death? She jumped out of bed, looking to get her phone and call for an ambulance. Standing next to the bed, she noticed faint pink lines starting to appear over the face and chest of the motionless figure. Panicking, she knew she had to get out of the apartment. She dressed quickly and fled, walking as quickly as she could back to her car. Once there, she took out her cellphone, intending to make an anonymous call and direct help back to Thomas in his apartment. Just before dialling, however, she realised what had happened, what the pink lines on his skin meant. She had infected him with the nanites that had changed her and were, apparently, still viable in her body. She briefly considered going back to help Thomas and explain what had happened to him when his transformation was complete. She thought better of it, though - what if he called the police and she was taken into custody? She decided Thomas would just have to deal with his change as she had. She did realise, with a strong feeling of disappointment and loss, that this meant that she shouldn't have any more sex with guys and that she better get herself to isolation in the mountain cabin. Unfortunately, again in her shocked and panicked state, it didn't occur to her that Thomas would himself now be a carrier of the nanites. Bambi Farnsworth started her car and headed out of town for the long drive to her remote cabin. She only made one stop on the way, going into a sex-shop to purchase a large number and variety of dildos and vibrators to help relieve her almost overwhelming sexual desire. The guy in the shop leered at her, it was the biggest single sale he'd ever made, unable to work out why such a top-drawer piece of pussy would need all those toys when she could easily have any man she wanted. The following evening, another total babe walked into the Catfish Bar, turning heads as she did so. She had perfect pale skin with piercing blue eyes and long black hair flowing over her shoulders. She was wearing a shiny silver mini dress with a plunge front that showed off a perfect pair of C-cup breasts, nipped into a slim waist and clung to her wide, inviting hips. Her long legs were clad in fine mesh, black, fishnet pantyhose and she had black strappy sandals on her feet with a very high heel. She could easily have stepped off the red carpet at a Hollywood event, the only slight flaw in her appearance being that her makeup looked a little inexpertly applied. She sashayed across the room and headed straight to a stool at the end of the bar, one that was normally used by one of the regulars. She'd caught everyone's attention, but two guys at the bar were particularly intrigued. They were colleagues from a neighbouring legal firm and were celebrating a court win that they'd had that day. One of them was tall, slim and black with a shaven head. His colleague was of Korean descent with narrow eyes, black, short hair and skin slightly pock-marked from acne scars, with a tight, muscular body. Neither was hugely attractive but they were both well-dressed in suits and intelligent and articulate so they fancied their chances with the newcomer. They confidently strode up to the lone woman and introduced themselves, offering to buy her a drink. She accepted and introduced herself as Tabitha. As they were getting close to finishing their drinks, Tabitha asked out of nowhere, "Hey. Do you guys know what "spit roasting" is?" looking innocently at them as if she'd just asked what their favourite colour was. Their eyes went wide at such a blunt question and they dumbly nodded to indicate they did. Tabitha continued, "It's something I've always wanted to try. That and 'double-penetration.' So.... Would you two be interested in helping me out?" she asked, like she was asking a minor favour. The two men looked briefly at each other. A MMF threesome had certainly not been in their plans for that evening but there was no way they were going to pass up a chance to get dirty with such a ravishingly hot, and seemingly incredibly horny, woman. They silently agreed that they need not tell anyone else about it and told Tabitha they'd be delighted to give her some help. A minute later, Tabitha was walking out the bar with one the men on each of her arms, smiling widely and leaving the onlookers in the bar in no doubt about what they were off to do together. The following evening, Tabitha returned to the Catfish, dressed in a sapphire-blue silk dress that called out for attention. She was followed in by two new companions. One was a stunning black woman dressed in a neon-pink tight lycra dress that showed off her incredible curves. Her large breasts jiggled, and her round ass wiggled as she walked. Her hair was a mass of black curls, her lips large and red and she had black suede boots with tassels down the side on her feet. The other companion was an incredibly petite Asian girl, her black hair pleated in a ponytail down to her waist, with large, almond shaped eyes and a small, delicate mouth. She was wearing a red cheongsam dress with an extremely short skirt and a keyhole cut below the neck displaying a generous cleavage for an otherwise dainty woman. It didn't take long for these stunning ladies to attract attention and soon each was engaged in flirtatious conversation with a couple of guys. Within the hour, the three women had left, each of them accompanied by a pair of horny men who couldn't quite believe their luck. The following night, Tabitha and her new friends arrived separately at the Catfish Bar, each joined by another pair of absolutely stunning girls. The night after that, the bar owner looked out from behind the bar and was surprised to see that there were more women in the bar than men. The owner was an ex-boxer who had gone a bit to seed, with his belly expanding and his muscles running to fat. His ginger hair was cut in a crew-cut and his heavily scarred face had a flat broken nose in the middle of it. He'd owned the bar since retiring from boxing five years ago and had never known it so popular. He was pleased at the prospect of a boost in earnings, with so many total babes in his bar and the outnumbered guys making surreptitious calls and texts to their single friends for reinforcements. By closing time, the bar had emptied. The last to leave were two middle aged women regulars, that the bar owner secretly called the "Cougar Twins." They staggered out after drinking rather too much, having, for the first time, failed to score because of the stiff competition that night. The barman turned to the register to begin cashing up when he noticed a single remaining customer sitting at the end of the bar. The customer was beautiful, shapely Latina in a leather dress, with long black hair and large brown eyes. The barman was just about to ask her to drink up and leave when she spoke first, asking, "So, is it true that if I don't pick up a guy in here, I get to fuck the barman?" with an alluring smile. The barman was stunned for a second. In all the time he'd owned the bar, he'd never been hit on by a customer, let alone by one as gorgeous as this woman and certainly not in such a bald, straightforward manner. He grinned in delight and answered, "Sure, honey. Why don't you come through the back and find out? Can't have my customers leaving without satisfaction." The women slid seductively from the stool and followed the waddling barman down the corridor to his office. Single guys can disappear relatively easily without being missed for a number of days. However, when multiple guys from the same office vanished unexpectedly, and couldn't be raised on their phones, the police were notified by their employers. They didn't give it too much priority to these cases until a number of married men, who had gone out to singles bars to cheat on their wives, also disappeared and suspicions started to rise. This sudden, large number of new missing-persons, coupled with the earlier alert at a secure laboratory and the mysterious disappearance of Professor Farnsworth, triggered a computer algorithm to raise an alert and a couple of Homeland Security agents were dispatched to investigate. Agents Raymond Merton and Max Anders were two of Homeland Security's toughest officers. Both were veterans of Afghanistan, standing nearly 2m tall and built of solid muscle. They'd tackled some of the hardest terrorists, often physically or in firefights. They rolled their eyes when they were told they were being sent to Springfield on a missing persons case but both knew they had to do their duty and that, sometimes, leads into terrorist activity came through unlikely sources. Agent Merton was dark skinned with black hair and chiselled, masculine good looks. Agent Anders was blond, with a face that looked younger than his years but was still extremely handsome. They wore identical black suits, white shirts and black ties, looking like they'd stepped out of a well-known science fiction franchise, as they arrived in Springfield in the late afternoon and checked into a motel. After a quick bite to eat in the Diner opposite the motel, they headed into town to check out the Catfish Bar. Intelligence pointed to that being the last verified location of a number of the missing men. They walked into the bar and found themselves the objects of intense scrutiny by many of the people in the bar. Both Agents were surprised to see that there was only a small handful of men in the bar and that they were being keenly appraised by a horde of stunningly beautiful women of all shapes and sizes, mostly dressed in very revealing outfits. Trying to keep their cool, the Agents marched up to the bar and took a couple of stools. The barmaid turned to serve them. She was an absolutely ravishing woman with a flowing mane of auburn hair, pale, flawless skin, green eyes and a fine nose that turned up at the tip. She was wearing a red silk, corset style top that it looked like her magnificent breasts were desperate to escape from. On her legs, she wore a pair of tight black wet-look leggings and over-the-knee black leather boots with a flat heel. The Agents asked for a couple of beers and the barmaid turned to fetch them. She opened a refrigerator at the back of the bar and bent over from the waist to look for the beers on the bottom shelf. Merton and Anders stared open mouthed at the sight in front of them. The barmaid's delectable, curvy ass was perfectly displayed to them, the tight, stretchy material of her leggings pulled taught over her buttocks. The agents fancied that they could actually make out the contours of her labia and even the pucker of her asshole through the thin, taut fabric and couldn't help but feel a tinge of desire and arousal. After a minute, the barmaid "remembered" that the beers were on a higher shelf and took them out and opened them. She turned back to the two Agents and passed the beers across the bar, leaning forward slightly further than necessary and giving them a perfect view of her extensive cleavage, telling them, "If you guys see anything else you want, you just let me know. I'm here to cater to all your needs," she told them, emphasising the "all" and adding a sexy little giggle afterwards for effect. The Agents were astonished by this blatant come-on but managed to retain most of their professionalism. They were about to pull out some pictures of the missing men from the town to show the extremely helpful woman and ask if she knew them or had any information. Before they could do so, each was interrupted by a tap on their shoulder and turned to face one of the supermodel standard women that filled the bar. The women asked if they wanted some company and thoughts of investigating began to rapidly recede from the Agents" minds. Before they were even half-way through their beer, they were joined by another two women, each Agent now being flanked on their stool by two of the hottest women they'd ever seen. Not only were the women hot, they were also exceedingly friendly and tactile. They hung on every word the men said, stood overly close so that their breasts and hips rubbed against the Agent's bodies and ran their hands over their muscular shoulders, arms, chests and thighs in a very familiar way. Both Merton and Anders were married and knew each other's spouses well from socialising off duty. However, their wives were as far from their minds as their duty in this situation. Merton grinned at Anders and said, "You know, I'm thinking we should introduce a new work rule. How about "What happens in Springfield, stays in Springfield"?" he smiled. Anders needed no encouragement, becoming extremely aroused by the two stunning, attentive women and answered, "I think that works. That just leaves me with the problem of which of these two gorgeous girls I should invite back to the motel," he leered. The curvaceous blonde on his left pouted before speaking, "Why trouble yourself with such a difficult decision? You know we'd both be happy to join you," she said in a low, seductive voice. Her companion on Anders" right simply giggled in agreement before blowing gently in his ear to stoke his growing arousal. Merton stared wide-eyed at this exchange that would have seemed outlandish in a porn movie. Before he could say anything, the tall, slim brunette on his right added her view, "You too, honey. I'm sure you're plenty fit enough to keep both of us occupied tonight," she said, her hand lowering to his crotch after indicating that she meant herself and her equally sexy companion on Merton's left. Minutes later, the two Agents walked out the bar, each of their arms around the waste of a grinning, giggling woman and their beers sitting half-finished on the bar. The following morning, the two agents sat drinking coffee in the diner opposite their motel, both in a total state of shock. After returning to their motel rooms, they'd both enjoyed a couple of hours of the best sex they'd ever had with their beautiful, energetic and oh-so-willing companions. After the vigorous fucking (what they did could not be described as "lovemaking') they'd both fallen into deep, exhausted sleep. They'd woken the next morning, briefly disappointed to find their new lovers gone, before finding that, somehow, impossibly, they'd turned into hot young women themselves. Agent Merton was now a slim, olive-skinned beauty with large, dark brown eyes and waves of long dark brown hair tumbling down over his narrow shoulders and framing his pretty face. He'd lost at least a head in height and more than half his weight in the transformation, turning into a very slender young girl although still with a round, pert ass and large, shapely breasts. Agent Anders had become, if anything, even more petite than Merton. He had wide blue eyes in an innocent looking, elven face, with his hair in a short blonde bob, and looked like a recent high- school graduate. On making the discovery that they were now girls, each Agent had headed to the other's room to find that the same thing had happened to their partner. Agent Anders had been sent to find them some more suitable clothes, wearing one of his shirts and his trousers that they'd cut off to turn into shorts and used the belt of a motel bath-robe to tie round his tiny waist. He'd gone to the same Walmart that Professor Farnsworth had visited several days earlier and was served by the same sour-faced woman that had rung up the Professor's purchases. Again, she didn't bat an eyelid. Selling complete, new wardrobes of clothes to beautiful young women wearing outsize men's clothes had become a regular occurrence to her, a new growth industry in Springfield. Agent Anders, however, was a bit more observant. Returning to his SUV, he noticed several vehicles pulling into the store parking lot and disgorging one, or more, cute young girls in a variety of men's clothes, heading eagerly towards the front door of the store. The two Agents were now wearing identical black, polyester pantsuits and crisp, white cotton blouses with black leather ankle boots with a two- inch high square heel. Underneath, however, they were both wearing very pretty, feminine lingerie from the large selection that Anders had returned with, claiming he wanted to make sure he got them both something in the right size. After sipping their coffee in quiet contemplation for a few minutes, Merton spoke first, "Oh my God, Melissa! What are we going to do?" she exclaimed, plaintively. "I don't know Renee, I really don't. How could this have happened?" the perfectly petite Anders replied in a soft, high voice full of distress. They'd agreed to use female names to avoid attracting any attention and it had, somehow, seemed perfectly natural from the first time they'd chosen them for each other. After sitting for a further few minutes, both in distress and on the verge of tears at their predicament, Merton spoke again, "I think we better get back to Headquaters. We can explain what happened and the Tech guys can get on finding a way to reverse it," she said hopefully. Anders nodded in agreement but, noticing the young waiter that was working alone in the diner, replied, "Sure. But maybe we could take that cute waiter out the back and show him the time of his life first?" she answered eagerly. Merton opened her mouth in mock horror before giggling and replying, "Melissa! Really! I didn't think you were that type of girl!', she scolded, before continuing, "He is cute, though," in a dreamy croon. The young waiter smiled at the two young hotties clearly giving him the eye. In fact, he was one of the last men in Springfield, his early shift and daytime home studies keeping him out of the clutches of the voraciously horny women that now prowled the streets of the town. He had a lucky escape at that moment, although his luck wouldn't last much longer. Catching herself, Renee spoke in a more serious tone, "No! We mustn't. We could infect him with whatever changed us. We really better get back to Headquarters." Melissa pouted in a short sulk, disappointed that she wasn't going to get to show off her hot, tight body in its sexy underwear to this cute young guy. "Yes, I suppose you're right. Let's get going before we give in to temptation, Renee," she answered in frustrated tones. Leaving money and a large tip on the table, to avoid interaction, the Agents climbed into their SUV for the drive back to Washington. They stopped halfway to change drivers and spent nearly an hour in passionate, frenzied, mutual masturbation to relieve their overwhelming sexual tension. Their plan, however, was doomed to failure as they arrived back at HQ in the late afternoon. On trying to enter the secure Homeland Security Headquarters building, an alarm was raised when the Agents tried to use their passes to get through the entry gates and the facial recognition software on the CCTV failed to match the ID with their new, female faces. They were taken into custody and locked in separate interview rooms. Shortly they were each joined by a junior agent who had been tasked with finding out why these women had tried to impersonate Homeland Security Agents to enter the building. It didn't take long for the junior agents to decide that they themselves were either the victims of a prank by their colleagues or that these women were severely mentally disturbed. After several hours, the Agent with Renee asked for the fifth time, "OK. Can you please start back at the beginning and tell us what's happened to Raymond Merton?" his voice dripping with incredulity at the tale he'd been told four times already. Renee's patience was finally exhausted. She was now both incredibly sexually frustrated as well as frustrated that her attempts to raise the alarm promptly were getting nowhere. Under the table, she kicked off her boots. Standing, she removed her jacket and blouse before pulling off her suit pants. She climbed on the table, dressed only in neon-pink lace bra and pants, and sat with open legs directly in front of the young Agent. Confronted with the sight of this beautiful woman, dressed only in alluring underwear, and catching a whiff of the scent of her aroused sex that was only inches from his face, the Agent lost his self-control. It took him only seconds to stand and drop his pants to free his instantly erect cock. Seconds after that, Renee's pink panties were roughly pulled to one side and the Agent entered her with a powerful thrust. The squeals and moans, and the rhythmic thumping, from Renee's interview room quickly filtered through to the neighbouring room where Melissa sat, in a similar state of frustration, opposite her interrogator. Realising what was happening next door, she, too, stood up and walked round to stand beside the slightly embarrassed young Agent. She leaned forward over the desk next to the seated man and pulled her suit trousers over her hips and down her thighs. The trousers were swiftly followed by the thin band of her bright yellow, satin, thong panties. Confronted by this perfect, tight ass displayed invitingly next to him, Melissa's interrogator wasted no time in following his neighbour's lead and taking the willing girl from behind. Shortly after that, the two grinning Agents left the interview rooms to "compare notes." It didn't take too long for them to tell some of the colleagues about what had just happened with the two, slightly mad, beautiful nymphomaniacs they'd taken into custody. Within an hour, there was a queue outside the interview room doors of impatient, horny Agents looking to "interrogate" the two captives. When the dayshift arrived in the morning, they were shocked to find the Headquarters building populated by nothing but beautiful, nubile young women. Most were dressed in nothing more than a man's shirt or a set of the white paper coveralls worn for crime-scene investigations and a few were completely naked. Unfortunately, the dayshift proved no more able to resist the temptation of hot young girls coming on to them than their nightshift colleagues had. When the next shift of workers arrived in the evening, they found the building deserted; the feminised Agents had all left to find new clothes and new male victims for their charms. From the internal CCTV footage at the headquarters, the remaining Homeland Security Agents were able to piece together the unfolding horror as their colleagues were transformed from tough, serious guys into pretty girls. From the entry gate cameras and electronic records, they could deduce that this impossible outbreak had begun with the return of two women "posing" as Agents Merton and Anders and their electronic calendars revealed that they had been on an assignment in Springfield. The alarm was raised, local Washington law-enforcement told to track and detain the missing Agents by using their mobile phone signals or, basically, to detain any young woman behaving oddly. Unable to raise any law enforcement or anyone in authority in Springfield, a call was made for assistance to the Pentagon. Homeland Security's story was met with incredulity and disbelief from the military. It took several hours more for a senior female official at Homeland to be found with the necessary clearance and identification codes to finally get a serious response. The 5th Battalion of the 14th Marine Division were dispatched to surround and isolate Springfield. In a typical military SNAFU, though, they'd simply been ordered to prevent anyone entering or leaving the town and had not been briefed on any danger from the residents or of any potential infection or biohazard. They arrived smartly in the afternoon in their helicopters, trucks and HUMVEEs and set up a perimeter. They established roadblocks, observation posts and strung out razor wire in line with the military handbook and settled down to wait. Their activity, however, did not go unnoticed in the town and word quickly spread that there were a thousand strong young men surrounding Springfield. That evening, the 5th Battalion faced their most dangerous enemy. Advancing out from the town in every direction towards them marched an army of hundreds of hot and horny young women, armed with nothing more than some skimpy, seductive clothing and a steely determination to get fucked. The Marines didn't stand a chance. By midnight, every man of the Battalion had had intimate sexual contact with one (or sometimes more than one) of the nubile young women from the town. By the morning, the 5th Battalion of the 14th Marine Division had ceased to exist. In their place, a thousand newly formed sexy girls, dressed in oversize military uniforms, climbed into their vehicles, accompanied by sizeable contingents of "camp followers" from the town. They headed off in all directions, most making for the nearest military bases where they knew they would find plenty of hunky guys to satisfy their newfound desires. The law enforcement officers in Washington fared little better on their mission to round up the transformed homeland security agents. Confronted with the hottest young women, who inevitably came on to them extremely forcefully, most of them succumbed to temptation, with the inevitable after-effects. Within three months, men were an endangered species in North America. Only the extremely elderly, sick or very young remained, unable to respond to the temptation of the "nu-girls" as they became known. With the exception of Canada, where the border was too porous for prompt and effective policing, other countries coped well with the nanite threat. The nanites from nu-girls that made it on to international aircraft were disabled by the higher radiation at high altitude. Free from infection, and freed from their almost overwhelming horniness, these women were eventually able to warn the authorities and give them time to formulate their response. Using female border guards and female military and law enforcement personnel, all other countries were able to prevent any uncontrollable nanite outbreaks within their borders. One of the biggest threats was shipping. Many sailors were tempted to take a willing woman from a US port onto their ship to provide entertainment on their voyage. When they arrived at their destination, the newly feminised crew would disembark, eager to hook up with any man they could get their hands on in their port of arrival. Fortunately, all these potential situations were well controlled, and worldwide disaster averted. However, with nearly 50% of the population transformed into hot young girls, whose main interests seemed to be masturbation and lesbian sex when they couldn't get hold of one of the dwindling band of men, society in North America began to collapse. The international community came together and organised a response and relief. The Russian military invaded Alaska and joined a European force occupying the North-east of the continent. A combined Chinese and Japanese force landed down the Eastern seaboard and headed inland. A Mexican military expedition, supported by troops from South American nations, moved into New Mexico, Texas and Louisiana and a Cuban/Caribbean force, with a large African nations contingent, occupied Florida. With strict military discipline, these forces were quickly able to restore order. Using electromagnetic emitters and projectors, they were able to destroy the nanites and restore some sort of normality. The forces suffered few casualties, well briefed on what would happen if there was any contact with any of the nu-girls before they had been decontaminated. The few soldiers that did give into temptation were classed as self-inflicted casualties and dishonourably discharged from their armies, not that most of them cared about military duty anymore anyway. Within six months, something approaching the old order had been restored with decontaminated nu-girls largely able to return to the jobs they had been carrying out before their transformation. The international forces were able to leave, although they left many "volunteers" who had chosen to stay and help with the reconstruction and to stay with their new, nu- girl wives and girlfriends. A significant number of nu-girls also chose to leave with the departing relief force and live abroad with the soldiers that they had fallen for during the occupation. Professor Farnsworth emerged from her hiding place and, following decontamination, was able to provide the authorities with details of the origin of the outbreak. She was given immunity from prosecution in return for working on a solution to the results of the nanites. She attacked this task with the same energy and enthusiasm that she now gave to fucking the tall, handsome German army captain that had taken her into custody and was now her fianc?. It soon became apparent that there was no way to recreate the nu-girls' missing Y chromosomes and restore them to their former selves. In fact, it did not prove possible to restore them to any sort of manhood, there was simply no way to reverse the process that had created them. However, Professor Farnsworth did come up with a solution of sorts, one that would ultimately see the Nobel Prize for Science awarded to Bambi Farnsworth. Another strain of nanites she had been working on could grow human cells to order, according to a pattern. These could be used to re- grow missing limbs and organs where required, something that was possibly the biggest medical breakthrough of all time. These new nanites could be programmed to grow a fully functioning set of male genitalia, replacing a woman's female genitals. Strangely, only a handful of nu-girls volunteered to undergo this new treatment and accept restoration of at least a part of their lost masculinity. However, a significant number of natural-born women answered their country's call to help arrest the decline in population. These women bravely accepted the addition of a large (somehow, they always selected large size when asked to choose the template for their new organ) penis and testicles. These "synthetic shemales" could go on to impregnate their former husbands or partners, nu-girls proving exceptionally fertile, or their friends and neighbours. Despite being able to maintain its population, via the influx of foreign troops settling and the work of the synthetic shemales, the United States never recovered as a world superpower. It did, however, become a much happier country, more at ease with itself and with many fewer gun stores and many more beauty salons and spas.