A flush crept across Viktoria’s face as she headed back to the solitude of her room, heat burning between her legs. The heat that she entered after combat was usually manageable, but this… This was something else.

The faces of her comrades passed her in a blur as she practically sprinted through the doors of her room. Little did she know that her recent fight with the Kumi would have longer lasting effects upon her body, fights which were just now making themselves apparent.

Her catlike ears twitched as she groaned, shrugging off her top and letting her skirt slip down her toned thighs. Already sweat was dewing along her body, lending her soft skin a sheen which glistened in the lights of her room.

The doctor breathed as she ran her hands along her curves, unable to keep a gasped hitch from her voice. Her tail lifted behind herself, exposing her dripping cunt to the cool air of her room. “Vat is happenink to me?”

Her question went unanswered, not that she was in a proper state of mind to hear a response. There was something encroaching on her thoughts: a desire; a need to fuck.

The woman gasped as she fell back against her bed, looking to herself in the mirror. Had her thighs always been so curvy; her breasts so large? Why did she have such a stupidly slutty expression on her face? And why was her hand inching towards her dripping pussy?

As her fingers met her labia, raw ecstasy coursed through her body and blasted all questions from her mind, as well as a good deal of her intellect. Surprisingly, she was actually able to notice this; notice that her brilliant mind had dimmed, to say the least.

“Vat? Vy… Vy iz thinkink so hard?” She pursed her lips, bringing her other hand to her forehead to try and wipe some of the sweat that had built upon her brow.

Her palm didn’t make it all the way there, instead settling on one of her aching, full breasts. She cupped it gently, groaning as a gently squeeze sent another tingle through her body.

“Und vy does eet feel zo good?” Her accent thickened as her lips plumped, swelling softly until they were a prominent feature of her face. They were thick and large, perfect for sucking cock and eating pussy and why was Viktoria thinking about this?

She shook her head as she realized something was distinctly wrong; her ears lifting to attention atop her head. “No, zees ees… Ees wrong…” She muttered, lashes lengthening as she looked to her own reflection.

The doctor held a distinct pear shape now, her thighs and ass having generously plumped in the scant seconds she’d been distracted. When combined with her plush, full lips, it made her look a good deal like a dumb streetwalker.

The comparison wasn’t one that Viktoria entirely liked, and she shook her head again. “No… I am not a whore!” She pouted, a flush creeping across her cheeks as she realized all evidence was to the contrary.

There had to be some reason for this; some source of her changes. What remained of her doctor’s intellect tasked itself to focusing on a cause, finding it in seconds. The colony held some shadier venues which were known for drugs with certain effects.

They were supposed to be outlawed on the colony, but there were rumors of a certain distributor, rumors which were evidently true. The doctor wondered what his cock would taste like; then realized she was getting distracted once more.

“No! Viktoria eez no slut!” She pouted, a deep frown crossing her features as she fought the losing battle to retain her intellect. Thankfully, she still knew the antidote for such a drug. At the very least, it would function as an inhibitor.

Shakily, Viktoria forced her hand from her pussy, trying harder to concentrate now than she’d ever had to in her life before. “Vone part Astrodexaline, four parts Valker’s Solution. Vone part Astrodexaline, four parts Valker’s.” She repeated to herself, trying to make it back to her laboratory.

“Vone part Astrodicks.” She stopped an inch from her door, hand outstretched to the panel. “Vone part… Astry… Asty…” Panic filled her eyes as she realized she couldn’t remember the chemicals; her mind having degraded even further.

“Noo! Viktoria smart! Hy emm not dumb!” The woman whimpered, looking back to her reflection and groaning in horror as she saw even the simple act of turning caused hre bloated thighs and ass to jiggle.

“Hy don’t wanna look like thees, hy emm smart! Two und two ees… Ees…” Tears began to dew at her eyes as she lost even the ability to do the simplest of mathematics. Her tail sank between her legs as she realized she couldn’t possibly fight this; couldn’t win.

“Ees…” She sobbed one last time, already beginning to forget why she was sad. A look back to her mirror showed a confused bimbo looking back at her. It actually took her a moment to realize it was her reflection, and when it was she laughed.

Viktoria couldn’t explain it if she tried; there was just something so funny about thinking that her mirror-person was someone else. “Emm such a dummy sometimes.” Giggled the doctor, the last of her intellect fading.

Before, she’d been brilliant; one of the best medics on Mars, if not the very best. Now she was barely qualified to serve food. Then again, one didn’t need to be smart to suck dick.

The woman smacked her lips as she looked to her reflection, keenly aware of the heat that still needed tending between her legs. “I had wanted to do zees myzelf, but… I zink I kin find zomeun to help.”

Viktoria smiled as she spoke, turning from her mirror back to the door, tail swishing. The pear-shaped woman keyed the button to open it, moving one hand to her sweaty thigh and the other to her ample bosom. “Zo, boys? Ze doktor eez een…”