The Intern: Part 1

"Good morning, beautiful people! I'm glad everyone could join us today for this untimely emergency Zoom meeting. To get the ball rolling, I'll quickly recap my last-minute email for those of us who may not be fully awake yet," Anthony, our lead Ph.D. student, laughed, "Due to some unprecedented changes brought to the attention of our professor, we need to make some adjustments to the design of our robot before we can begin the study with campus participants. Failure to do so may result in cuts to our funds by our research sponsors, so this is very important and urgent!"

"Thank you for that recap. I'll take it from here, Anthony," Robin, our design specialist, stepped in, "Before we proceed with the agenda, I just wanted to double-check that everyone is here. Is our programming team present?"

As the dozens of graduate students checked their mics and gave short summaries of their progress in the study, I slowly started to wander in my thoughts. As a freshman in college who moved quite far from my family and hometown, I focused on getting involved in as many on-campus activities as possible. On my application, I initially got accepted as an undecided student, but after my first semester, I became interested in engineering. It was difficult for someone with no prior "engineering experience," so to speak, to get into engineering clubs, design teams, or research. As a result, I was disheartened and beginning to doubt my decision to study engineering, however; one evening, a robotics research lab emailed me about my application and invited me to work alongside them as an undergrad intern. It was a no-brainer decision, and I happily accepted. One month later, here I am, a full-fledged team member!"

"And last but not least, is our undergrad intern here? Umm, hello? Our undergrad intern. Can you hear me? Maybe he forgot to connect to the audio."

"Oh, yes, sorry! I'm here! My earbuds weren't working for a sec," I lied to play off my embarrassment.

"That's fine just making sure since you are the first person on our agenda today."

"W-what me?!" I blurted out. Usually, these meetings consisted of me watching and listening to technical jargon I didn't understand.

"Yeah, you! You are a member of our lab, after all, aren't you?" Robin teased.

"Umm, yes! I mean, yes, sorry," I meekly replied, blushing.

"Oh, don't be so worried. It's just a simple task we have for you today. And I just wanted to mention what a great job you have been doing this last month helping all of our grad students here with this great project we have going on! Can we give our intern a round of applause, guys?"

"Thank you, Robin! And thank you, everyone. It's been a fun last couple of weeks. I just wanted to say I'm so grateful to be working with such intelligent and understanding people despite my limited knowledge and experience in engineering and research."

"Oh, don't be so modest!" Robin replied, laughing through the unionized clapping. "If you would be so kind as to check the group chat. I sent the updated CAD model for a small piece of the robot's framework. Just something to hold a new sensor we are going to install. As you may know, Brian toasted our lab's 3D printer from all the Star Wars tie fighter models he's been printing. Just upload that file into your 3D printer and let it print. It should only take a few minutes."

"Of course, Robin! I'll do that now!" Buying that 3D printer last year cost me a pretty penny, but I say it was well worth it now that I have 3D printing experience. Probably, the one highlight in my application and the most helpful skill I have for this lab. My heart was still racing a bit from the out-of-the-blue clapping ceremony. It was nice, though, and one of the many reasons I enjoyed working with this large group of guys. They were all a big group of nerdy bros. Not much different from how I saw myself. Once I got the printer all setup and printing, I sat back down for the rest of the meeting.

Everything continued like usual until-.

"Hey, intern, are you alright?"

"W-what? Umm yeah, I'm good. Why?"

"It's just that we noticed you've been squirming around in your seat for a while now."

"Oh yeah, sorry, it's just this chair. I've been meaning to-," A quick glance at my seat caused my heart to leap into my throat. My boxers somehow found a way to ride up my now squishy thighs to envelop my flat crotch. At the moment, my hand wasn't drawn to the empty feeling of being dickless, but rather to the still-expanding curve of my ass lifting and tugging my body left and right in my seat.

"H-how did this happen! I have boobs?! And my hair is different? No, something is definitely wrong here! I need to see a doctor or something! I'm like hallucinating because none of this can be real right now! I'm sorry, everyone," I apologize while getting out of my seat and feeling the weight of my butt and perky breasts swaying with every motion. "I apologize again. I just-."

"Feeling horny?"

"H-huh? Robin, what are you saying?"

"In heat, maybe? It's ok. Relieve some of that pent-up pressure. We're all friends here."

"I...I...Th-that..." My heart started to race again. I could feel the gaze of everyone in the meeting on every inch of my slender body. Robin was right, though. Where my dick should be, I felt an aching, dying need. Not a familiar throbbing of blood rushing to my dick, but a moist, sticky desire to free my pussy into the fresh open air. My delicate fingers pulled my black panties to the side, and I was so distracted by this growing feeling of lust that I didn't notice my webcam honing in on my blossoming pink flower.

To calm my racing thoughts, I dove a couple of fingers into my tight pussy. I winced from a quick sharp pinch of pain. However, I was quickly overtaken by an explosion of pleasure my original male body was never capable of. It was humiliating, but there I was, masturbating in front of all my mentors and moaning into my open mic. I shrieked and screamed as I squirted all over my rug and chair. My body calmed for a bit as it recharged from my orgasm, but I knew in a matter of seconds, the helpless feeling of lust and desire to fill my pussy, will return.

Returning from la la land, I saw and heard everyone in the meeting laughing. I started to suspect something was up.

"That was very sexy, darling. I think the 3D printing has finished. Can you be a dear and show us the piece," Anthony exclaimed with his dick in his hands. Cum running down the sides of his pretty cock. 

Deep down, I knew not to listen to a word any of these creeps said. But somewhere in the back of my mind, a tiny voice told me to obey. As if summoned by the words "darling" and "dear," I felt somewhat obligated to submit as an intern and give up on any attempts to suppress the voice. Turning my head to the 3D printer, my eyes locked onto a clear glass dildo with a small flower trapped in the hilt.  

A strange and unearthly glow pulsed outwards from the curvy dildo. My eyes were pulled towards it like a magnet unable to escape its firm grasp on my mind. My jaw started to slack as my mouth slowly started to make an o shape. Ready to suck the glass toy and all thoughts out of my head. But I had to resist. I can't let the magic of this glass dick control me!