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Chapter 15 by gorel29 gorel29

Does Kitty drag him off for a 'private workout'? Or do we focus on any others after the demonstration?

Envy is a scary thing.

Pocketing his pen and turning to leave the gymnasium's entrance, Hank was deep in thought as he made his way back to his lab. The faculty and students changed rooms as the bell rang overhead, leaving the blue furred man to dive and side step the flock of students running around him.

"Hmm, physical changes appear to be accumulative with more of the hormone exposure, which would imply that the current state is not a baseline., thankfully there's no mental changes... Unless you take in account for Miss Pride's boost in ego."

Finally reaching his lab and sitting over the office chair in front of his research, the man had made efforts to keep the rest of the school barred from the cola, he put enough 'do not touch' signs on all of them, so he was in there clear there. But Kitty's continued use of the soft drink did seem worrisome.

"She has certainly taken to the soft drink, I doubt its due to the flavor." Leaning back in his chair, Beast looked up at the ceiling lights, still deep in thought. "Perhaps... She has become enamored in her new larger proportions? Brought on by an inferiority complex developed over years of her being normally petite in comparison to the other women in the school who some would say are more generous in proportions? Now given the dimensions that not only bring her on par with them but exceeds in their dimensions, it has created a form of inebriation..."

It seemed to make sense until he waved it off.

"Nah... Must be the flavor." Leaning forward to go over his notes, he documented on his computer all his findings. "It's not like we have any other members of the staff with insecurities of their appearance."

*

Waiting impatiently in front of a vending machine and pulling out a can of ginger ale from the receptacle, Emma Frost eyed the can of cola that promised to make the imbiber a tint of ginger green hesitantly. She loathed the idea that brought her here, but she would be damned if she were to be out staged by a formally washboard flat math teacher now turned iguana with porn tits!

Even now she could read the minds of the student body, their heads filled the images of Kitty Pride's new voluptuous figure... Even if it did sport an offensive tail, horns and scaly skin. But as she mulled over this, she could already SEE her mental image coming in second place in the campus's mindset, and she would not settle for that.

Opening the tab of the can and listening to its contents bubble and fizz, she brought it to her silvery lip.

Does she take a gingerly sip? Or down the entire can?

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