Assistant Finch's checkup

He grabs a wooden chair and sits down. The syringe and vial are placed on a miniature coffee table only inches away from him.

At this point seeing how you're pretty much his second in command it wouldn't make sense to fear him so much. You take a relaxed breath, leaning back. Propping both of your hands on opposite sides on the table you cross your legs casually,
hiding most of your tight snatch from view. In exchange, the entirety of your silky thighs are available for view.

You think back to the times where you had to sit through countless mandatory examinations back at Paisley. You feel like another one is about to happen, but this time an erotic atmosphere looms through the air.

Frankenstein speaks up. "Before I continue I believe I'm obligated into informing you about what just happened earlier. Then I'll move forward and tell you what is to happen at this stage." He clears his throat.

"You are probably wondering what kind of gaseous treatment I've given you, and whether or not side effects do exist correct?"

You nod slowly.

"Well I could explain in detail about the countless compounds required to craft the gas itself, how it costs a grand fortune, and how it is now virtually impossible to obtain most of the ingredients now as they are all extremely rare, but I shall save you the boredom. Now yes, good and bad news come with this experimental treatment."

A look of alarm appears on your face. The doctor addresses it. "Now now do not fret, for the bad news casts no ill will upon your well being."

You breathe a sigh of relief.

"The bad news is that due to my previous statement, this treatment will never be available to others. It was an experiment after all. You are officially the first and last person to undergo this procedure," he leans forward to stroke your lower right thigh "so no one will ever be able to receive the... Gifts that you bear."

You can't help but grin. You feel honored and lucky.

"Nice. So I'll stay like this forever?" You reply, folding your arms under your rack.

The professor interjects. "Absolutely! Which brings me to the good news. The good news is that all the traits you possess at this juncture shall indeed remain with you for as long as you live. Moreover, though you aren't immortal your body shall not show any physical or mental signs of age. What astounds me is how your body has handled the experience. You literally fell into the best case scenario. You haven't been experiencing any pain throughout your body yes?"

"Quite the opposite," you say. He suddenly leans forward again and gropes your boobs as if he's trying to test the validity of your statement. Pleasure jolts through your chest. "Mmmmmm actually things feel better than..." Now he reaches under, giving your firm ass a nice squeeze. "Oooooh!!! I did back then."

Frankenstein chuckles and takes his seat once more. "I'm truly brilliant. Unlike my previous subjects who underwent a different procedure you look completely human, the most attractive human woman one has ever lain eyes upon to be accurate. Of course how could I forget? The best part is your wit and intelligence appears to have been unscathed. Miss Finch you are a masterpiece! Not even a genius such as I will ever replicate such results with another individual.

The crazed professor tenderly takes your hand and kisses the back of it. "My dear," he says quietly, "I am blessed. You remind me of Victoria when she was your age and more ambitious."

"Miss Swift never spoke much about her past. Thanks for the kind words. I can't believe I feared this change back then." You reply.

"Very well. Let's move onto the next step."