You draw your sword, ready to fight this orc and free any survivors. You're not just going to let him make you into another orc, you're not going to let him make anyone else into another orc! The brute letting out a short grunt as he stands tall and in the nude. Ready to counter your assault, though he has no weapons drawn. Instead, just idly flexing each bit of muscle in his body, which causes your purpose to waver. Ever since sniffing his loincloth you've been having trouble resisting, if you keep staring at this stud you'll be out of the fight.
Stepping forward with blade drawn, you go to slash at the orc. The monster a good foot taller than you and a fair bit broader. It should be a clean strike, but your weapon only slices the air as he darts out of the way. Your opponent grinning as he dodges your next strike, and the one to follow that. Each time exposing more of his body to you with his movements. Showing the natural muscle and might that any orc possesses, and that you begin to crave. Though the focus on the fight keeps you in check, it prevents you from just submitting as you go to stab him in the centre of his chest.
Your blade moves closer to his skin, looking to finally be a hit until the orc grabs the side of your arm. Roughly pulling it back as you scream in pain. You drop your sword to the ground and are helpless as the brute plants a firm hand on your skull. Forcing your head lower as you continue to yell, which allows him to plant your opened lips on his throbbing cock. Silencing your screams, though you quickly gag and choke from the sudden intrusion. Your mouth beyond stuffed and your body in a state of conflict. Helpless to the orcs grasp as he pulls you off his cock before slamming it against your throat once more. His arm straining as it works you along his pole. Holding your full weight as he uses you for his own carnal pleasure.
You start to relax, put to a strange state of peace as the orc continues to make use of you. Eyes glazed over as you look up to the dominant brute that is giving you your fill. The monster meeting your gaze, grinning at you as his baritone voice greets your ears and sinks into your very being.
"You are an orc. You are strong, with no need of intelligence. You can overpower anything and make any human into a fellow orc. You crave your fellow man, you want to rest their cock on your tusks as you drink down their spunk. Before planting your own cock in their ass and thrusting with enough force to break a building!"
Your mind starts to empty as he thrusts even harder. Impacting you with even more force as you remain stoic for your tribesman. Your torso widens by the second, entire body expanding upwards with new height. Straining against your armour which can barely contain your new form. Skin turning dim green as two short tusks jut out of your lower lip. Perfectly positioned to hold your fellow's cock as he continues to slam into your mouth.
"Good! You take what you want! You do what you want! You are a part of the tribe!"
You can barely think at this point. Ideas of civilisation rapidly escaping your mind alongside any unnecessary information. All you know is how to fight, how to drink, and how to fuck. The bindings on your armour breaking under your new self. Freeing your oversized body from its confines, letting your hair covered body breath the fresh air. Your tusks slowly finishing their growth, reaching five centremetres in length as your chin squares and features harden. Making you the dim brute you were always meant to be.
The other orc is beyond the point of talking. Letting out approving grunts as he holds you still and impacts you one final time. His cum flowing down your throat, filling you with a newfound energy, and sparking a chain reaction as your last vestiges of humanity begin their change. Your own cock shooting load after load of cum. Strands coating the floor as the tool gains both width and height like the rest of your body. Balls enlarging as they fill with fresh orc spunk, emptying your human load and with it, the rest of your mind. All memories of ever being a human, gone. You have always been a proud orc, a fine stud within the tribe...
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The simulation ends as you are back in that lab. Though none of it makes sense to you anymore. You just look at your orcish body, grinning to yourself as you break free from your bindings and look around the strange white room. Seeing humans tied to beds with weird bracelets on them, in fact you have those same bracelets on too. But your eyes go back to those humans. All naked, and all getting your cock beyond hard. They'd be perfect for the tribe-
The door opens and a woman walks in. Wearing some white coat with a pin reading 'TrueVision' and moving straight to the bed you were resting on. Strange feelings overtake you as you watch her. Sudden obedience as you know you must obey every word she says. The researcher resting a hand on your chest, as you instinctively flex, and she writes a few notes down.
"I gave you good advice, but you still only lasted an hour."
You don't understand what she's talking about, but you remain still and obedient for her.
"Go through that door and down the hall. We will immediately put you to work."
A chuckle escapes your throat, deep and boisterous as you obey her command and head down the hall.