Doug's curiosity gets the better of him as he throws open the cabinet. A heavy slam heard throughout the office as he pulls it with full strength. The rest of the researchers seeing this as an opportunity to run out, the cowering man before Doug trying to race off but instead roughly grabbed with the brute's spare hand. Shoved towards the orc's pubes, nose filled with the tribal scent and tickled by his course hairs. Whatever resistance the man had all fading now as he grabs at the warrior's hard chest with one hand and plays with his still full balls with the other. All the while his nose rubs against the smells that are being offered.
Satisfied with the human's service, the orc puts his full attention to the cabinet. There's a lot of different compartments with words above each of them. It's hard to read the more complex words, 'succubus', 'gargoyle'... bah. Good names are short! Irritation starts to take over the impatient orc, tossing away the vials he has no interest in as he continues to look. 'Bugbear'. That's it! He grabs it without hesitation and puts it on the table. Prepared to leave before another vial catches his eye. 'Orc'.
The memory of why he is here is still hazy. But he remembers a bugbear like guy wanting the bugbear one. So an orc like him should have the orc one. With a grin, he grabs the vial, popping it opened to expose a milky white liquid. Chugging it all down in a single gulp, and then feeling suddenly dazed. Doug looking to the human who is currently pleasuring him. The researcher now naked, clothes in a pile near his desk as he takes the orc's full length into his mouth. Fuck, Doug needs some release. He hasn't ever felt this pent up.
His hand holds the back of the human's head, forcing the researcher against his skin and holding him ready. Balls churning as the brute is already overstimulated and ready for release. Countless ropes of cum flying from his dick and straight down the researcher's throat. Far surpassing what a regular load would hold, as Douglas feels his entire body shrinking. Chest going from broad and rugged to his average athletic build. Arms and legs shrinking as he readjusts his stance and readjusts his grip. Tusks returning to teeth, cock losing length as his skin returns to its usual lightly tanned shade.
While he loses his primal form, the researcher begins to gain it. As if almost being transferred over, his entire being enlarges. Chest pressing out, arms bulking up, hairs sprouting all across his body. Two tusks gently rubbing against the sides of Douglas's cock, green dick swaying and leaking a steady stream of pre. The intelligence in the man's eyes fading to a primitive need. All of it gone as he takes the last sips of orcish seed and pushes Douglas away. Focused entirely now on jerking himself off as fresh orcish spunk leaks from the new monsterous cock.
Doug stumbles back, catching his footing and remembering everything. Who he is, what he is doing, what just happening. It's by far the craziest thing he has experience on a mission, but he can't afford to ponder on it anymore. He's in a bad position. No clothes, no gear, and a horny orc nearby that's probably going to try to fuck him. It's hard to imagine he's responsible for making that orc, though for now the creature seems distracted in his own pleasure.
Looking around the room for any options, Douglas spots the discarded clothes. He could try disguising himself for a bit, there doesn't seem to be any identification on the uniform, but it has the same lab jacket and the same company logo. It's better than nothing, and in seconds he has gone from nude to clothed. Lucky that the uniform is mostly the right size for the agent.
"Mmm. Feel good so good!"
After he finishes donning the jacket, he turns to see the former researcher creating a pile of cum in the centre of the room. Emptying his balls of their newfound spunk, though they quickly churn and fill with new goo. The dim brute glancing at Douglas for a few seconds, before narrowing his gaze.
"Good. Strong! You human. I fix. No worry. Come. Taste!"
The orc gets to his feet and starts to walk over. Doug prepared to run past the moment an opening presents itself, though he ends up having no need for that. The orc knocked to the ground by a charging minotaur. Pinned by the surprise attack before having a bracelet forced onto his arm. The brute yelling in pain for some moments, eyes glazing over as he starts to repeat to himself.
"I... Obey. Good monster. Good. I serve... I spread... I make masters happy..."
Completely incapacitated as the orc remains still, and the minotaur moves to his hooves. Looking to Douglas with clear concern. Has he been caught? This was the same bull he fucked as an orc. Maybe he recognised him?
"Master. Are you alright?"
Master? The bull's eyes glance at the company logo on his uniform as he says that. Are these creatures programmed to treat any member of the company as their master?
"I'm fine. He didn't cum on me."
"I am glad to hear it, master. The other researchers have fled, and reinforcements are coming to detain this intruder."
"Good, you've done a fine job my friend."
"Thank you, I am happy to serve."
The bull in uniform bows, before bringing his full attention to the orc who is still repeating that phrase over and over. A part of Douglas wants to stay around and see what happens to this captive monster, but he is on a time limit before Mark turns into a full monster himself. Doug taking the bugbear antidote into his coats inner pocket and walking down the stairs. Passing by several more creatures as he exits the buildings door and returns to the outer complex. Still dark, though there are several humans around with flashlights in hand. A group of which have already gathered around his torn clothes and discarded devices. They shouldn't be able to track his identity through them, but he is going to need to finish this mission without any help.