Metamorphosis

Emily stared at her hands under the bathroom's fluorescent lights. The pink substance had almost completely vanished from her skin, absorbed with unsettling efficiency. She rubbed her fingertips together, feeling no residue, just an odd warmth radiating from her pores.

"That can't be good," she muttered, turning on the faucet to scrub anyway. The water ran clear immediately.

She marched back into the lab where Nate was still cleaning up broken glass. "Nate, what exactly was in that beaker?"

Nate blinked up at her. "Probably just a variation of the standard solution we were tweaking. Why?"

Emily pointed to the largest remaining shard. "Read the label."

Nate adjusted his glasses and squinted. "XBMO Trial v3? Oh shit." His face paled. "That's the experimental batch I was working on. The one with donor DNA from..." He trailed off.

"From?" Emily crossed her arms.

"Local strippers. Professional escorts. Top-tier OnlyFans creators... Yeah, don't ask how hard it was to procure the DNA donations for this from." Nate swallowed hard as he checked his notes. "But it's barely tested! The absorption rate shouldn't be that fast. Also I haven't even trialed it on a live subject yet so I doubt it even works. You should be fine!"

Emily pinched the bridge of her nose. "We're done for today. Zoey, go home. Nate, document this incident. I'm going to try shower this off before more gets absorbed."

The hot water stung as Emily stepped under the spray. She watched pink-tinged droplets swirl down the drain, but the warmth beneath her skin only intensified.

Probably just psychosomatic, she told herself, lathering shampoo into her dark brown hair. Even if some got absorbed, the concentration would be too low to...

Her hands froze mid-scrub.

The water running down her arms wasn't just washing away soap. Fine lines around her elbows and wrists were disappearing. The faint age spots on her hands lightened before vanishing completely.

Impossible.

Emily turned her hands over, watching as her skin tightened and smoothed in real time. A tingling sensation spread up her arms, across her shoulders, down her torso. She pressed a hand to her collarbone and felt her pulse racing beneath suddenly supple skin. It was as if her youth was being restored.

A wet strand of hair fell across her face.

Blonde.

Not the muted dishwater blonde of her college years, but a vibrant golden hue that shimmered under the bathroom lights. Emily grabbed another handful of hair, watching in horror as the dark brown her hair was lightened from the roots before melting into that same unnatural gold.

XBMO v3 isn't a topical enhancer. It's a full genetic rewrite.

The realisation hit as the first wave of structural changes began. Her reflection in the shower door wavered through the steam, but the changes were unmistakable. Her jawline softened, cheekbones lifting into a more delicate arrangement. The faint creases around her eyes smoothed away as the irises themselves shifted from warm brown to an impossible cerulean blue.

I need to get out and synthesise a counteragent before...

White-hot fire erupted in her chest. Emily gasped as her modest B-cups ballooned outward, flesh expanding like rising dough. The sudden weight pulled her forward, her new centre of gravity sending her crashing to her knees in the shower. Water sprayed around her as she struggled to stay upright, hands flying to support the ridiculous new weight of her chest.

These ridiculous udders have to be E-cups. Minimum.

Her fingers brushed against hypersensitive nipples, sending electric jolts straight to her core. The heat between her legs became unbearable, a throbbing need that drowned out rational thought.

Focus. Must... document... changes...

But the mental fog rolled in like a tidal wave. Complex equations dissolved mid-calculation. Protocols she'd memorised years ago slipped through her fingers. Emily whimpered as her IQ plummeted, each vanishing neuron replaced by a buzzing, empty static.

Hmmm what was I thinking about?

Her pussy answered before she could, lips plumping and tightening as her pubic hair melted away. The sensation of smooth bare skin against her thigh sent another shockwave of pleasure through her.

Need... need to...

Her ass expanded next, rounding into perfect heart-shaped curves that jiggled with every shuddering breath. Emily ran shaking hands over her new proportions, moaning at the overload of sensation.

Cock.

The word burned brighter than any scientific principle ever had.

Need cock. Now. Need to be filled. Stretched. Used.

Emily staggered upright, her transformed body swaying dangerously. The shower door reflected a stranger a blonde bombshell with fuck-me eyes and lips made for wrapping around...

Nate. I need to get to him so he can help me fi... He can... um like fill me with his yummy cock.

The thought arrived fully formed. Sweet, nerdy Nate who blushed when she leaned over his workstation. Who definitely hadn't gotten laid since grad school.

Emily turned off the water with a giggle that sounded nothing like her. She didn't bother with a towel. Let him see what his experiment created.

He'll know exactly what to do with all this, her new mind purred as she reached for the door handle. Scientists are like... super smart and stuff.