Well…let’s just say Eureka

Cameron tightened another bolt, feeling the structural integrity of the beast before him firm up completely. If anything this would be one hell of a tank or even an amazing safe. He imagined the thing could survive a nuclear explosion with little more than a few scratches. How Roman came up with this design was beyond him. Just the ability to somehow become more structurally sound as a sphere surrounded by tubular arms almost like some weird lovecraftian monster than a typical base was incredibly impressive.

Opening a nearby valve, the scientist watched their skin products slowly pour into the machine. The formula inside the cream was revolutionary already. A well hidden secret but the product actually worked to de-age skin exposed to it. However without the cream this formula was incredibly volatile. Now he had built a machine for some asshole that would separate the formula and the particles in containment and try to utilize them in a very focused manner. God he hoped this weird and sudden spark of genius his boss seemed to be having was good enough.

Sighing and placing a steel rod into the side of the machine he knew at least the machine would now be “locked”. Completely cut off from the outside and unable to act as volatile due to the environment around the machine.

Next would be a simple trial. Currently the cream and formula were already set to reduce aging in an organism. All he had to do was go to the control panel and…

Cameron had grown up as a nerd with other nerds. He had seen horny projects and pent up science. But he had never seen such thirsty code in his life! Beauty augmentation, anatomy enhancements, arousal and inhibition alterations, targeted desires? Loyalty and submission behaviours?!

It was one thing reading this code at all, it was another knowing it came from a guy who thought a print function was clicking print on a word processor. Something was very very wrong. He knew this project was a mistake. Why did he fool himself into thinking Roman was a good guy who just was in a rough patch?!

Did the guy honestly think that Cameron would never check the panel? It didn’t matter, he was reporting this to Liz immediately! The negative fallout the company could receive if any of this got out or if Roman got his wish! Damn, no answer. He forgot Liz was on vacation for the next two days. No matter. Taking a quick picture of the code he then pocketed his phone. With a loud ZUUUU the entire room went dark.

Power outage. Damn, he was lucky he put in the rod when he did. A surge of electricity could have energized the formula and-was the inside of the machine glowing? Shit! Turning back to the panel he helplessly slammed his fingers against the black screen. “Come on, where’s our backup power when you need it?!”

Cameron sighed seeing the red lights illuminate the room and the panel starting up. But the way the glass of the machine pulsed and flowed his anxiety was not letting up. Eventually the panel turned on and he rushed to the erotic coding his boss had tried to sneak into the system. However the machine began groaning.

**Would you like to reset? WARNING: All previous data entry will be reset!**

Yes! Yes! Of course! **PSCHOOOW!** A shock wave erupted from the machine and knocked the scientist back into a nearby desk onto the floor. Cameron tried to climb back up but felt air not returning back into the lungs. Trying to reorient himself he tried to assess his condition. No sign of concussion, wind knocked out but nothing seemed broken. Legs felt a bit weird, like they felt almost longer and firmer. Arms felt very weak. Chest felt heavy. Head a bit light. Maybe he was concussed? Horny. Very horny. Oh fuck!

Gasping loudly to try and get whatever air back the scientist could, Cameron heard a very feminine and somewhat erotic gasp. Oh god no! The power outage must have activated the machine before the code reverted! Cameron winced, so did that mean the fallen scientist was a nympho woman? Cameron was super horny! Knowing one way to accurately test the results, an image of a naked Roman was produced in the mind. Instinctively saliva dropped out of the now plushy feminine lips. Yup, she was a woman and what she would do to get some of Roman’s dick!

Roman was just grabbing a coffee which meant any moment now he would return and see a sexy **** bitch in heat for him! Soon Cameron would beg for him to bend her over the desk and screw her senseless while she offered him more and more ideas for the machine. She couldn’t believe she didn’t want to help him before!

Slowly rising the scientist felt awkward, trying to get used to her new tall and feminine body. All her weight completely redistributed. First thing was first she wasn’t getting laid in these unflattering lab uniforms built for a man! Rushing to the locker room she broke open her employer's locker and dug through her stuff, “Come on, come on! Liz! I know you started dating so where is the good stuff?”

Sighing sadly, Cameron settled on a loose fitting green top (no bra obviously, she was trying to fuck not dress like a mom) and a white thin bikini bottom. She admired what the top did revealing her modest canyon of incredibly perky cleavage before hearing a distant door close.

She felt her body heat up and did an excited jump, smiling at the mirror and winking. “Okay, okay. No big deal, just time to seduce the biggest hunk of the century. Get it together, Cameron! You’re a sexy bitch now!” She paused looking at herself with a sudden enlightenment, “You’re Cammy now!” Hearing her new name and knowing Roman was nearby she squirmed, feeling her wet crotch begin to moisten her bikini. “Now or never! Bad bitch, bad bitch.”