Content: TG/TF, mental changes, corruption, suggestive.

Day 1: The decommissioned marine research facility has successfully been retrofit with off-grid power and dark fiber connections. The seawater has been sterilized and the corals infected with my custom retrovirus jumpstarter, strain 00023. Hopefully this research leads to a better, more beautiful world.

Day 30: Assays show the coral polyps are responding as planned. Biomass has increased 30 percent while mineralization has decreased 60 percent, and the genetic barcodes are almost completely in line with predictions. The waters in the tank are clearing up as they consume the free-floating unicellular algal cells. My little biofactories are blooming!

Day 60: Having to add supplemental nutrients to all the tanks, as the modified corals have completely removed all existing phyto and zooplankton from their tanks and incorporated the nutrients into their mass. They’re beautiful! The tank’s corals are littered with living polyps whose biology is primed to accept my second round of retrovirals.

Day 65: Incredibly, the retrovirals have been completely incorporated into the polyp colonies. Every sample tests positive for the marker proteins, and I’ve ruled out contamination. Phase one of my plan is actually complete ahead of schedule. Biology is amazing!

Day 70: Half my day is spent finding nutrients for the colonies, they’re growing so quickly! A 20% increase in mass in just five days, and it would probably have been more if I’d been able to keep up with their appetites! Tests show positives for second-generation retroviral payloads 1, 3, and 4. The human DNA has been fully incorporated into their germline products. Still need to troubleshoot payloads 2, 5, and 6. Need to adjust the amplification factor.

Day 84: Slight containment breach.

Day 85: Tests confirm all six retroviral payloads are present in the modified zygotes. What’s more, the zygotes are successfully regressing and show remarkable resilience to inhospitable conditions. Not guaranteed they’ll become free-living, let alone viable inside a host against the immune system. Wish I had a test subject.

Day 87: Positive.

Day 88: Still positive. And what I thought was a seasonal allergic reaction has progressed. Not only do my blood samples show all six retroviral products, my metabolism has shifted considerably from baseline. I feel awful. But excited! I guess this is the price I pay for success. Well, I can work with this.

Day 90: Hard to function. Cramps and internal anatomical restructuring leave me feeling exhausted by the time I’m done feeding the colonies. Fever makes it hard to work for any length of time. It was dark before I finished the daily routine. Haven’t had the energy to run any tests. Tomorrow.

Day 91: Changes are outwardly visible now. My skin isn’t merely losing dark pigments, it’s actually growing new ones that reflect broad spectrum visible light. I’m not just pale, I’m actually getting white. A bony growth is apparent near the crown of my cranium. Ears seem to be higher than yesterday, which matches the feeling of tightening around my temples. I’ve doubled my caloric intake and still feel wiped. Fever is constant but low-grade. It’s the fatigue more than anything that gets me.

Colonies proceeding as anticipated by recent projection models. More later.

Day 95: It finally happened. Changes crossed a threshold. At least I know the retroviral DNA is working. I can just picture the little stars of sarcoma littered throughout my tissues, churning out packages that get picked up and carried into all my cells. Didn’t plan to be my first test subject, but at least the theory is proving sound. Should have patented this much of the process, at least. Could have been a billionaire overnight. No, not overnight: too much testing, too much red tape, too many stodgy old gatekeepers would have stood in the way. Even people who would want this treatment would have been denied “for their safety.” At least my new world will be free of such self-important bureaucrats.

Most of the volume in the tanks is polyp now. They’ve started churning the waters by siphoning in rhythmic waves. Entire careers could be spent just trying to come to grips with what I’ve accomplished on their biology alone! Maybe I’ll publish my notes after most of the world is turned. Not like anyone’s going to be able to stop it at that point.

Day 97: Difficult to concentrate. Mood definitely shifting lately. I managed to get the logistics worked out; 70% of the continent’s municipal water supplies are definitely doable. The sarcoma cells proved completely resistant to amides, ozone, and chlorination. UV still presents some difficulties. Maybe they’ll adapt. The retroviral payloads have proven generationally stable within tolerances. Hope I’m up for the road trip. This log will be supplemented with audio recordings from this point, as I can’t afford to leave a network trail across the country.

Day 102: Five treatment plants in five days! I had to return to figure out something for my appearance. The tail is giving me problems that a hat won’t solve. Also, it’s becoming increasingly unpleasant to try and waddle around in my old clothes. No reports of mass panic yet, so either I’m a total failure or the inhibitor is working to suppress changes for now.

Day 105: Ordered some new clothes. It took all day to decide. Apparently I’m still growing! Never knew there was so much to know about womens’ wardrobes, not to mention color theory. Yes, I decided to put some effort into appearances. If I’m going to be the first exemplar of this brave new world, it wouldn’t do to look like a lump!

I can feel my thoughts starting to drift into alignment with the designed parameters already. Need to work fast to devise a counter-program.

Day 110: The clothing arrived, and I look fabulous in it! It complements my new figure so well! But sadly that’s going to be a moving target: even at 50% of the target mammary volume, these new tops are starting to feel a little constricting. Or maybe I’m just not used to the way material lays across such curves? Either way, I’ll have to make more allowances for future potential. Fortunately they still look great on me!

I think the counter-programming is working to retard the effect of the neurological changes. Soon it will be time for another road trip.

Day 117: What a week! I wasn’t able to hit as many treatment facilities as I’d hoped. My appearance is simply too modified to pass well anymore. Especially with these curves drawing so much male attention! Hehehe, I’m sure they were looking past the ears and tail and even the horn; after all, men are men and I still remember what that was like.

I’ll have to consider an alternative route to dispersal. Maybe some of those lonely, disenfranchised male fans could be recruited?

Day 121: Flash a little flesh and they’ll do anything for you, really! It’s almost like magic! How do women not take advantage of this all the time? My little test simp successfully installed the polyp unit at the reservoir intake facility, documenting his crimes the whole time to make sure he was carrying out my instructions to the letter! Lucky for me the new girls are still filling out, at this rate I’ll be able to radicalize an entire network of brony cells to do by bidding!

Day 126: I hope the counter-programming is still effective, but I fear it may be losing potency. It’s so easy to get distracted when flirting with my recruits and forget about the mission. It helps to picture them all as adorable, beautiful, sexy winches in technicolor complections and as busty as moi! If any of them suspect they too shall be reconfigured, none of them has said anything about it in the chats yet. They’re so thoroughly wrapped around my little finger! I almost wish one of them would have the confidence to do the same thing to me.

I’ve just re-read that last line and have decided to redouble my counter-programming regimen.

Day 137: Well, I’m afraid it finally happened! One of my simp agents has successfully turned the tables on me. Three days ago I finally read some of my recent DMs, and oh my! The things he said to me, pouring himself into those keystrokes! Somehow I just couldn’t resist. My counter-programming must have been losing effectiveness for some time now if I’m far gone enough to give in like that, but I tell you my dear laboratory log, his words simply sank their fangs into me and pulled me in! And it was amazing to just say ‘yes’ and give him a location for a meet-up.

Well, I’m quite ashamed to say that all friction melted away after that initial submissive act and once we found each other there was no stopping myself. It was pure bliss to let go and give this poor, deprived young man complete control! Oh the things he had me do! It was

It was quite as predicted at the start of this project. Yes, I’ve regained some composure now and it’s more possible to type this entry. Relevant to the project, I did manage to retain enough wherewithal to slip a sarcoma sample into one of his drinks. So he may enjoy his control while it lasts, but soon enough he’ll know the exultant joy of being the one who submits. I wonder which template he’ll take on; a nice, bosomy Fluttershy would be most welcome.

Day 140: We’ve had daily trysts and I can say he’s showing the early stages of successful integration. Infection, one might put it. Only a few more days remain where he’ll be able to leverage his masculine physique and I quite intend to enjoy them.

My other simps have dutifully uploaded evidence in the chat of receiving and installing the polyps at eight out of ten locations so far. I may have to settle for less than expected dispersal. It’s simply not possible to retain all the information necessary to broaden the scope of operations to match my initial plans. Global saturation will have to happen at a slower pace as the sarcomas spread from person to person instead of all at once through the water supplies.

Day 150: My dearest ‘Rainbow Dash’ is moving in with me now. She’s so cute and perky at this stage, I’m easily able to turn the tables on her and take back control. Especially since she won’t have the benefit of any counter-programming! Though I’ll miss my darling brony master and his irresistibly commanding presence, I’ve been so eager to watch her develop. The chance to shape her to my whims has all the allure I need for now. And soon the inhibitor chemicals will lose potency, and the first phases of the national epidemic will begin. We’ll be able to watch it all unfold from the safety of our little love nest by the sea. I wonder how I’ll explain her to the other simps in the chat? Truthfully I doubt they’ll care as long as we give them a good show!

Day 152: My darling Dashie continues to fill out nicely even as I have apparently reached my utmost. I don’t envy her the soreness and tenderness, but then again it’s a little disappointing to see my limits every time I look down. It is, however, inordinately fun to play dress-up with her! Oh she looks so flustered but she always complies and it’s just so precious! Of course I’m careful to reward her obedience in the end.

Day ?: That little blue minx! I must have left my laptop unlocked at some point, allowing her access to my channel! She disclosed the location of this facility to my legions of simps, and they began arriving oh I don’t know how long ago! It’s been such a blur, such a confusing bacchanalia of passion and depravity! At least two weeks. Three? Long enough for some of them to start showing signs of transformation themselves. A few are down and out with the initial fever and aches, which is how I was able to gather myself up for this log entry. I’ll update later once I figure out how long I was preoccupied with our unannounced guests.
Ms. Dash was, I believe, expecting to be on the giving end and have the tables turned on me when they arrived. She seemed quite surprised when they were interested in sharing their attentions, and even moreso by the nearly instantaneous collapse of her own resistance. I saw in her face a mirror of my own wanton lust before the first day ended, I can tell you that much!

Update: I calculate it has been sixteen days since my previous log entry. How time flies when one is having fun!

Day 172: With all of our guests preoccupied with their own metamorphoses, I have a little more time to log my findings. Ms. Dash and I have been making the utmost of our guests’ remaining virility. I can already tell we have one Luna, one Starlight Glimmer, no less than three budding Pinkies, two Fluttershies, two Applejacks, four more each of Rainbow Dash and Rarity, and no less than six Twilight Sparkles among our developing coterie. And news is starting to spread of a mysterious infectious disease taking hold across the country. The authorities haven’t yet suspected the water supplies, nor the delivery mechanism. I quite expect by the time they can hypothesize something resembling the facts of my plan, it will be well and truly too late. If my little love nest among the polyp tanks is any indication, the future is looking very colorful and very distracted indeed!

Day 200: All of my lovely girls are almost fully sprouted, and it has been a hassle keeping up with their measurements! Talk about a handful, darling! They think I don’t hear them whispering among themselves, thinking to reveal our and turn all of us over to the remaining men of town. As enticing as that sounds, I am attempting to organize another wave of infrastructure breaches, this time internationally. So for the time being, I must keep my darling sluts from exposing us entirely. As I suspected, my early use of counter-programming has given me some advantage over them and I find them more docile and easily controlled while I am able to keep my wits about me at most times and only rarely succumb to the temptation of submission. My work is not yet done, but I may no longer maintain this log as my attention is being pulled in a dozen directions at once. Truthfully, I fear my head is also no longer quite fit for cutting-edge bio engineering, being filled with other lovely things as often as I can swing it.

So whether I ultimately succeed or fail, dear log, this is where we must part ways. May you be of interest to any future archeologists plucking through the decadents ruins, for if all goes well we shall be too busy to continue as we have and our old world of corruptions and exploitations swept away like chalk from the slate, enabling a clean start for a new hand’s work. Tah, darling!

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