by Jarrguy » Tue Feb 26, 2019 8:44 pm
Marcus Jekyll’s greatest regret was that he’d never gotten to meet Uncle Henry; what fascinating conversations they could have had about science, or the bestial madness at the heart of humanity! Unfortunately, he’d had to make do with his sister, who didn’t seem at all appreciative of the incredible things that her brother had done for science. Truly, genius was never appreciated in its own time; at least she’d been willing to give up some of her DNA, if only because she wanted to get him out of her house.
But now, after many longs weeks of work, the formula was now complete! At least, Marcus hoped so, since Uncle Henry’s unworthy, cowardly family had destroyed most of the illustrious scientist’s records, so his self-proclaimed heir had been forced to wing it. But he was confident that the bubbling, foul-smelling concoction before him was the real deal, so confident that he intended to test it himself! It was family tradition, after all.
“To Uncle Henry!” he proclaimed, raising the beaker up as though he was giving a toast to the empty basement, his only audience bubbling flasks and miscellaneous glassware. “Bottoms up!”
By Saint George that was foul! The empty beaker crashed to the ground in an explosion of shards as Marcus leaned over the rink, coughing and retching. He was so focused on the awful taste that he didn’t even notice the changes that were overtaking his body, registering only a persistent itch that seemed secondary in importance to washing the disgusting residue out of his mouth.
Some of the alterations were subtle; slightly wider hips, narrower waist, slimmer cheekbones and longer eyelashes… but others were much more significant. His rear end bubbled and rounded out into a soft, fat ass easily twice the size it was before, his thighs thickened until they touched, his ashy blonde hair grew into long curves that tumbled down his back, but the most dramatic change came to his chest. Like a pale, jiggly, volcanic eruption, a pair of magnificent breasts burst forth from inside his white cotton shirt, flowing onto the countertop. The feeling of cold metal against new flesh finally caused Marcus to look down, and he let out a gasp of surprise – a gasp that sounded higher-pitched, more feminine than he remembered.
“Okay, keep it together,” he muttered to himself, but the strange, unfamiliar voice that spilled out of his fuller lips did little to comfort him. “Think. There must have been something that –ooh!” He stumbled, knocking one of his swinging breasts against a table and eliciting a sharp gasp. Maybe it was because this body was so new, but that momentary contact sent an electric shock through his body so powerful that he had to sit down and take a deep breath.
“Phew, alright… first thing’s first, gotta figure out how to reverse this…” He reached up instinctively to fix a shirt that was no longer there, only to grab a handful of boobflesh. He let his hand linger there for a moment, squeezing lightly. A slow smile spread across his face.
“But first, I think I’m going to have a little fun…”