Setting the board

The final pieces were falling into place, but Walter knew there was one crucial call left to make—to his wife, Rebecca. First, however, he needed to enlist the help of his colleague Ben. They had collaborated on several boundary-pushing experiments in the past, and Ben's unorthodox approach to science made him an ideal partner for what Walter had in mind.

Steve had been dismissed with a promise that proceedings would commence promptly.

Ben arrived with an eager glint in his eye. "Walter, thanks for calling me. You mentioned something about testing?"

"Ben! Glad you could make it," Walter replied, handing him a sleek device that resembled a small gun. "Just point this at me and we can get started. It's perfectly safe, I assure you."

Ben took the device, examining it with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. Walter hid his impatience as Ben finally aimed the device at him. The transformation was swift and dramatic.

Walter's body contorted, shrinking and twisting as his spine realigned with an audible crack. His chest expanded, and his face shifted, the jawline softening, the nose narrowing, until he stood before Ben as a woman with long blond hair, dressed in loose male clothing and a lab coat—a stark contrast to his previous appearance.

Ben's shock was palpable, but Walter wasted no time in demonstrating the extent of the change. He stripped off his clothes, revealing a youthful, feminine body. "The process is quite... pleasurable," he commented in his usual male voice.

Ben was speechless, his eyes roaming over the transformed figure before him. "Sweet fuck," he finally managed to utter, his voice hoarse with astonishment.

Walter smiled and took the device back from Ben, making an adjustment before turning it on himself again. This time, his voice warbled and shifted through several octaves until it settled into a melodic feminine tone. "I think you'll find this voice much more pleasing," he cooed, now fully embodying Alison.

Ben stepped closer, reaching out to touch Walter's—no, Alison's—face. Walter giggled at the caress, his eyes sparkling with amusement and something more primal. "This is monumental, Walter—I mean, Alison. You're gorgeous."

"Please, Ben, look your fill," Alison responded, her voice a sultry invitation. "I know you're curious."

Ben needed no further encouragement. His hand slipped lower, gently cupping Alison's freshly shaved mons. He explored the sensitive flesh lightly, feeling the responsive twitches of her hips.

Alison's eyes fluttered at his touch, her breath hitching slightly. "Very sensitive and responsive," she murmured, a small smile playing on her lips.

Walter—now fully Alison—set the device down and placed her hands on Ben's shoulders, leaning in slightly. "For science, Ben. Find out just how responsive I am."