His neighbour Mrs Samuels

Hidden in the long grass by his front door Michael spied his neighbour Mrs Samuels carrying her garbage to the curb dressed in her usual businesses like skirt and blouse.

"Perfect" he thinks to himself "her husband won't be home for hours and she works at home. I should have plenty of time to test out my new powers without interruptions."

In a flash he crosses the lawn between them his slug like body moving with surprising speed until he catches up with her just as she about to re-enter her house. He leaps slithering up her thigh and under her skirt seeking a convenient point of entry. She just has time for a shocked gasp before the exotic chemicals in his alien skin paralyse her free will. He follows his instincts forcing his slimy body into her back passage until he is snug and safe inside her. He feels his sense of his own body dissolving as he connects to her nervous system his senses expanding as her body becomes his body.

He takes a deep breath feeling the band of his bra tighten around his chest and the weight of his breasts makes the straps dig into his shoulders. He blinks her pretty blue eyes and looks down at himself his lips twisting into a most unladylike smirk.

"Oh hell yes!" He says giving his boobs a gentle squeeze "I have tits! It worked I'm really her, I even sound like her"

Belatedly it occurs to him that he is standing in the street feeling himself up and talking to himself. He decides he would rather continue his experimentation in private so he...