Get acquainted with your new changes

Frankenstein takes out a tiny key and pushes it into a hole in your collar. It breaks in half and he catches both pieces. "Looks like we won't be needing this damn thing anymore." His eyes scan your body up and down quickly, but this time it seems like he's studying it. His voice then trails as he jogs off to the other side of the lab. "Yes, yes! I know just the right thing. Wait here, I shall return in a jiffy. Make yourself comfortable in the meantime."

You've actually done it! What started as a training mission has taken such a villainous turn. Originally you were pretending and stalling for survival. You don't know if it was actually the gas and electricity that manipulated your mind causing you to side with the madman. You cast the assumption away knowing that you truly were in control over all your actions from the moment you woke up in this place to now. Taking a quick glimpse at the abomination that your former headmistress has become, her frozen facial expression of horror would emulate one she would have in life after experiencing the betrayal of Paisley's most promising student.

Your hands are now on your wide hips. Staring confidently at the mirror you stand upright, pushing your chest forward. Now your prominent breasts that thrust out at least five full inches are impossible to turn away from with your half inch nipples jutting out. The abs that were previously visible on your tummy are now gone without a trace. Your rack, flat stomach, hips, and ass are truly superb. Arms? Slender. Replacing your muscular thighs are tight and juicy ones. That hourglass figure that every woman dreams of owning? It's all yours now but with even better assets.

A sudden revelation strikes you. Truth be told you look nothing like those whorish female villains commonly seen in comic books and television shows. In fact, thanks to your cute and pure face combined with your new body you would resemble the ideal heroic beautiful blonde that only fights for good. An evil smirk spreads
across your face as try to think up of ways to exploit this feature.

Your new physique totally hides your strength and fighting ability which you still retain fully. It will surely distract your opponents and give you the upper hand
in combat be it against man or monster. What was in that mysterious gas anyway? The academy definitely lacked chemicals that could produce such results.
Oh how all the female scientists continue to scramble and do research to this day in order to discover one that's as potent as it! All the other girls would fight
each other to receive this treatment.

Upon thorough inspection, it appears that your bust isn't insanely swollen anymore and has stuck with falling into the category of triple D cups. Your youthful hands cup your mounds gently. Lifting them requires effort; you're not used to them being so vast! With a moderate squeeze you confirm that they are a hundred percent natural... They've become more sensitive than the time when Frankenstein was having his way with them earlier you might add.

"Hmmmmmm!!!" You murmur in approval.

Next your tantalizing nipples are tested. By gingerly rubbing, tugging, and pulling them up you come to the conclusion that they too are more sensitive than before and poke out at three quarters of an inch now that they are partially erect.

Once you let go your tits jiggle back into their original positions. There's one last thing you want to try. You cup your hands together, raise them high into the air and jump five times. The swaying of your bosom is hypnotizing.

Women that would have boobs like yours would find it impossible to have theirs move so freely and jiggly. A key bonus is that you feel no strain on your back! It's obvious that your puppies are heavier, but somehow they just don't weigh you down. In addition they are holding themselves up quite nicely without a bra on.

"I must be having a nightmare... A pleasant, naughty one." you mutter as you shake your head in disbelief. By pinching your arm you accomplish nothing. Okay so it's not a dream!

Overall only two things bother you. One: Your monstrous areolae are the only things keeping your breasts from receiving an A+ in aesthetics. Two: Fighting buck naked will take some getting used to. Maybe the professor can make some adjustments later down the line? Seeing how he was secretly working on all kinds of stuff the academy was against you don't dispute it. Some cool gear and equipment are probably being contained waiting for an evil sexy assistant like yourself to use in combat. You silently thank the gas and Dr. Frankenstein's madness for all the events that have unfolded.

Frankenstein takes out a tiny key and pushes it into a hole in your collar. It breaks in half and he catches both pieces. "Looks like we won't be needing this damn thing anymore." His eyes scan your body up and down quickly, but this time it seems like he's studying it. His voice then trails as he jogs off to the other side of the lab. "Yes, yes! I know just the right thing. Wait here, I shall return in a jiffy. Make yourself comfortable in the meantime."

You've actually done it! What started as a training mission has taken such a villainous turn. Originally you were pretending and stalling for survival. You don't know if it was actually the gas and electricity that manipulated your mind causing you to side with the madman. You cast the assumption away knowing that you truly were in control over all your actions from the moment you woke up in this place to now. Taking a quick glimpse at the abomination that your former headmistress has become, her frozen facial expression of horror would emulate one she would have in life after experiencing the betrayal of Paisley's most promising student.

Your hands are now on your wide hips. Staring confidently at the mirror you stand upright, pushing your chest forward. Now your prominent breasts that thrust out at least five full inches are impossible to turn away from with your half inch nipples jutting out. The abs that were previously visible on your tummy are now gone without a trace. Your rack, flat stomach, hips, and ass are truly superb. Arms? Slender. Replacing your muscular thighs are tight and juicy ones. That hourglass figure that every woman dreams of owning? It's all yours now but with even better assets.

A sudden revelation strikes you. Truth be told you look nothing like those whorish female villains commonly seen in comic books and television shows. In fact, thanks to your cute and pure face combined with your new body you would resemble the ideal heroic beautiful blonde that only fights for good. An evil smirk spreads across your face as try to think up ways to exploit this feature.

Your new physique totally hides your strength and fighting ability which you still retain fully. It will surely distract your opponents and give you the upper hand in combat be it against man or monster. What was in that mysterious gas anyway? The academy definitely lacked chemicals that could produce such results.

Oh how all the female scientists continue to scramble and do research to this day in order to discover one that's as potent as it! All the other girls would fight each other to receive this treatment.

Upon thorough inspection, it appears that your bust isn't insanely swollen anymore and has stuck with falling into the category of triple D cups. Your youthful hands cup your mounds gently. Lifting them requires effort; you're not used to them being so vast! With a moderate squeeze you confirm that they are a hundred percent natural... They've become more sensitive than the time when Frankenstein was having his way with them earlier you might add.

"Hmmmmmm!!!" You murmur in approval.

Next your tantalizing nipples are tested. By gingerly rubbing, tugging, and pulling them up you come to the conclusion that they too are more sensitive than before and poke out at three quarters of an inch now that they are partially erect.

Once you let go your tits jiggle back into their original positions. There's one last thing you want to try. You cup your hands together, raise them high into the air and jump five times. The swaying of your bosom is hypnotizing.

Women that would have boobs like yours would find it impossible to have theirs move so freely and jiggly. A key bonus is that you feel no strain on your back! It's obvious that your puppies are heavier, but somehow they just don't weigh you down. In addition they are holding themselves up quite nicely without a bra on.

"I must be having a nightmare... A pleasant, naughty one." you mutter as you shake your head in disbelief. By pinching your arm you accomplish nothing. Okay so it's not a dream!

Overall only two things bother you. One: Your monstrous areolae are the only things keeping your breasts from receiving an A+ in aesthetics. Two: Fighting buck naked will take some getting used to. Maybe the professor can make some adjustments later down the line? Seeing how he was secretly working on all kinds of stuff the academy was against you don't dispute it. Some cool gear and equipment are probably being contained waiting for an evil sexy assistant like yourself to use in combat. You silently thank the gas and Dr. Frankenstein's madness for all the events that have unfolded.

The professor's footsteps grow louder as he returns dressed in only a half-buttoned lab coat with his dick dangling out between the flap. When you turn to look at him your attention is diverted to what's in his right hand. You spot an empty syringe and a small vial of clear liquid. He walks past you, motioning with his head for you to follow and calls for your former instructor's presence. The three of you arrive at a door at the end of the lab made of titanium. An eye scanner confirms his identity and with a hiss the door opens.

Inside is what seems to be an ordinary examination room with materials and objects one would normally find, minus the scenic paintings on the wall. Meadows takes a seat in a rolling chair, remaining silent and staring off into space. Frankenstein pats the soft exam table and nods at you before turning around to wash his hands at the sink. Like an obedient girl you hop on and wait patiently for him to finish the preparations.

Your bubbly butt feels so comfortable on the leather that you intentionally try to dig it in as much as possible. Looks like a wonderful imprint will be left behind as soon as you get off.

Frankenstein turns to face you again. "Okay. I'm just about ready now."