Bang on the glass again

Damian refused to just sit there idly by at the mercy of some malfunctioning computer. He started to throw himself at the glass. Shoulder bashing it wasn't doing any actual damage. It was bulletproof. He knew that but he couldn't just do nothing. There were no items in his cell he could use to fashion a weapon or a gadget or something out of.

"Miss Isley, please refrain or I will be **** to incapacitate you once more with a higher dose."

"Go to hell!"

"Very well."

The gas hissed as it entered the pod, this time it was more pungent. He could smell it. This time it didn't knock him out though, he just felt weak all of the sudden. He fell back on to the metal floor and winced as his body began to change further. His DNA correcting itself according to the sample used in the gas.

"S-stop this!"

He pleaded as his voice changed in pitch once again, this time sounding more like an adult woman than a young girl. There was a breathy element to it that was seductive and alluring. He realized he now had the voice of Poison Ivy. His now red hair continued to grow at a rapid scale obscuring his vision slightly. His eyes turned a light green.

"N-no..." He weakly struggled to breath, pulling his hoodie off. He felt like his chest was collapsing when in reality the inverse was happening. The two mosquito bite lumps for breasts he developed from the first dosage quadrupled in size. He cupped them out of shock and desperation. He thought if he could push them down it would prevent them from growing but all he did was get two soft handfuls of his new highly sensitive nipples.

He bit his lip, groaning in Ivy's voice from the sudden spark it sent through his body.

His waist completely snapped inward, his hips curving out into a nice pear shaped ass with thighs to match. "Wait... not that!" he slipped his pants down to see what was left of his dick retract back inside of him. The first dosage had already laid the groundwork, shrinking it significantly (though it wasn't very big to begin with). He struggled against the alien sensations he was being **** to undertake as a new vagina and uterus formed where his dick used to be. Her hips now at child bearing proportions with a womb to match.

Her skin became fair and blemish free. Her lips colored a natural shade of cherry red while her face rearranged itself. She even grew a few inches.

"Miss Isley, please make yourself decent."

"Fuck off..." she exhaled heavily, removing her clothes entirely now to see the full effects of what was done to her.

"You-you made me a girl!"

She snapped, seeing her reflection in the cell's glass. All she saw was Poison Ivy just like in the game but this time it was real and she was nude.

"Miss Isley, you may be suffering from some sort of psychological trauma. You have always been a woman," it paused.

"I have detected your previous attire is inadequate to hold your proportions. I will provide a substitute."