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Jimmy Smith walked into the lab at the end of the badly lit corridor,
and took in his breath as the cold, musty air rushed toward him.
Professor Akamura was a genius, he heard the other lecturers say it
before, so it didn't really make sense that she would be shut up here
on 'Skid Row', the dankest, darkest, most isolated part of the science
block, that smelled faintly of (what he hoped wasn't) burning flesh. It
creeped him out a little, especially as the other labs on this corridor
were seldom - if ever - used, full of obsolete or broken equipment.
Prof Akamura turned as she heard the door open, and flashed him a
polite smile.
"Mr. Smith, glad you could join me!"
Jimmy wasn't really paying attention to her words, distracted by the
rows upon rows of flashing panels and high-tech looking equipment, all
LCDs and polished steel. This might be interesting after all, he
thought.
"Now, I know why you're here. Professor Johnson has told me all about
your little pranks in his class, drawing on his bottom when he bent
over to talk to other students and the like." Jimmy could tell she was
suppressing a smirk at this, "I am fond of the odd joke myself, but
unfortunately it seems you went too far this time. You have been sent
here as punishment, but I dare say you might enjoy the work we will be
doing over the next few days. Who knows? You might even end up learning
something."
All the other students at Sudbridge Academy had gone home for the
summer, but he had been seconded to Prof Akamura for as long as she
needed to work on her 'thesis', as they called it. He had no idea what
it was about, and had a feeling neither did the other lecturers, nor
how long it would last, until Monday at least, he was told. Akamura had
brought a lot of grant money to this quiet academy, which the school
obviously liked, and they left her to her own devices, which she
obviously liked just as much.
"Now, we don't have a huge amount of time, there is a certain amount of
leeway we must make before the weekend." She looked at him seriously,
but not sternly. It was already Thursday.
She was an attractive woman of about 5'4", long jet black hair tied up
in a bun with a pencil, thin black-rimmed glasses accentuating her
beautiful slightly almond-shaped eyes. The rest of her figure was
swaddled in a lab coat obviously a couple of sizes too big for her, but
Jimmy knew from seeing her outside of the school that she was slim, not
well-endowed, but proportionate for her height, and in pretty good
shape. The tiniest hint of crows feet were gathering at the corners of
her eyes, especially when she flashed that pretty smile. Jimmy guessed
she was about 35, and, as it happens, he was dead on.
"Follow me, please."
She led him into a smaller room off the main lab, which contained a
fairly old-looking PC on a desk, and something enormous covered in a
sheet.
"This is my greatest breakthrough, and will hopefully lead to my
greatest success." She pulled the dusty sheet off to reveal a huge tank
filled with bubbling clear green goo, that looked the consistency of
thick soup. "This machine, in conjunction with the software I have been
writing for the past 20 years on that PC, will revolutionise the
treatment of injury, disfigurement and even currently incurable
illnesses."
Jimmy thought it looked cool, but a statement like that is quite a lot
to take in, "What do you mean, prof?"
"Call me Mitsuki. This machine, and my GT1.0 software can change anyone
in any way, or into almost any living thing! Feed in anything organic,
it can change the DNA structure to produce blood cells, antibodies,
regenerate old or damaged tissues. With the right programming, it can
change a person's entire appearance! Imagine being able to grant the
disabled legs, re-grow limbs, fix broken bones seamlessly! But it has a
more immediate purpose today..."
Jimmy was still pretty astounded, not to mention slightly incredulous,
but he was always more of a practical guy than a theory man.
"So, what's the first order of business?" he clapped his hands together
and smiled down at Mitsuki. Jimmy wasn't huge, but at 5'9" he towered
over the Professor. He was slender, some might say scrawny, in slacker
jeans and an old worn out hoodie that hung shapelessly from his
shoulders. He had wild scraggly brown hair like a mop on his head, and
a light smattering of freckles on his face.
"Straight to the point! We will work well together, Mr. Johnson. That
makes this easier to tell you. Rest assured, if I didn't need your
assistance, I would never be telling you this. Most people assume that
as a scientist, I am only interested in the future good of humanity,
but let me assure you my own future good is equally as important to me.
I have put long years into this process, and it has cost me much, both
in money and intangible things. In short, I'm 35 and my marriage is
falling apart. Victim of my own success, you might say. My husband is
jealous of me, he resents me being more intelligent, not to mention
more successful than he is. Also, as I'm sure you have noticed, all
those late nights have not been kind to my body." Jimmy didn't think
she looked that bad, but she was on a roll, so he let her carry on,
"I believe my husband is cheating on me with a younger woman, and if he
isn't, I fear he soon will. Your job today will be to assist me in
using the machine to restore my youth, not just in my looks, but in my
genes. And I have chosen to give myself a few 'enhancements' that
should rekindle my husband's interest." She looked almost sad as she
said this.
Jimmy was pretty taken aback, "Okay." he stuttered, slightly wide-eyed,
"W-what do I do?"
Professor Akamura dropped her lab coat, and Jimmy saw she was
completely naked underneath. She crossed one arm over her breasts,
small, but still quite pert, B cups, and the other she moved to cover
her snatch, a tightly cropped triangle of black pubic hair. She shook
out her hair, and it fell down to just below her shoulders. She blushed
as she noticed Jimmy staring at her, turned around, took off her
glasses and punched some buttons on the PC. It whirred into life. As
she turned back she glanced at the hard-on in Jimmy's trousers and
quickly looked up.
"Please, Mr. Johnson, do stop staring. While you are working with me I
shall expect you to conduct yourself as a rational man of science." The
green goop drained from the chamber, and the front swung open, dripping
some goo on the linoleum floor. "Please go to the workstation." she
said, climbing into the chamber, and closing the door after her. She
did not seem bothered about covering her breasts any more, Jimmy
noticed. He also noticed that her little nipples were erect. Probably
the cold, he thought.
Secured inside, Jimmy heard her muffled voice,
"Please double click the 'Mitsu1.bat' file on the desktop, and then
retrieve the video camera from the store closet. And please, Mr.
Johnson, do not attempt to stop the process once it has begun, it could
be very dangerous for us both."
Jimmy double clicked the icon. At first it seemed nothing was
happening, then he noticed the green goo was pulsing, brighter and
brighter, with crackling blue electricity rippling through it.
Mitsuki's every muscle clenched, her teeth bared and gritted, but after
a few seconds she opened an eye and waved him towards the store closet.
Jimmy got out and set up the bulky old video camera on its tripod as
the machine whirred louder and louder. He searched for a socket to plug
the ancient thing in, and finding none, unplugged one of the unused
devices on the surge protector extension for the PC, then just as he
shut the closet door, the sound of exploding glass filled his ears, all
the lights blew out, and the machine went dim. If not for the PC
monitor's glow, he would have sworn it had caused a power outage. If
the equipment in the other labs wasn't broken before, it would be now.
He could just about make out Mitsuki's face moving in the tank, and she
caught his eye and gave him a woozy thumbs-up.
"Puh... Whew... Please hit the 'Door Release' icon Mr Johnson." she
gasped,
Jimmy smiled, relieved that she was okay, "Jimmy." he said as he hit
the button.
"Jimmy," she echoed with a wan smile.
The goop drained out as before, and he went to the door as it opened
with her lab coat. As the door opened, Mitsuki collapsed into his arms
as he wrapped the coat around her. He sat her down on one of the high
lab stools, and after making sure she felt all right, went to find a
new lightbulb. As he opened the door to the main lab, the light
illuminated her legs, which he could swear had never reached the floor
before the experiment.
When Jimmy switched on the new lightbulb he had retrieved from the
closet, he got the shock of his life. Standing before him, apparently
restored to full strength, was Professor Akamura as he had never seen
her before. Her hair had gone from straight and black to full, curly
strawberry-blonde that he could see flicking out from behind her back
all the way down to her ass. She looked at him coyly, with a smirk on
her face, clearly enjoying his amazement. Her newly full 'bee-sting'
lips parted,
"Well, Jimmy. Roll camera!"
He had no sooner hit 'record' on the video camera than she threw off
her lab coat, just as Jimmy was noticing that, while it had been baggy
on her before, it now barely contained her enormous perfect cleavage,
the buttons almost popping off as she let it fall to her feet, and
stepping out of it. Her huge breasts, at Jimmy's best guess an E cup,
unleashed, hung perfectly from a sculpted torso like beautiful ripe
grapefruits, leading to a flat tummy and slender waist, before her
flawless hourglass swelled at her magnificent hips. Jimmy just had time
to notice that she had made herself a natural blonde before she turned
slowly, giving a full revolution to the camera. Her ass was the most
perfect peach he had ever seen, tight, pert and round, her legs silky
smooth and at least 3" longer than before the transformation. Jimmy had
to lean on the workbench for support.
"So, what do you think, stud?" she asked, turning to face Jimmy and
crossing her arms under her massive breasts and thrusting them up at
him, and giggled.
"Wha- Wha- WOW!" was all he could manage. "What did you do?"
"Well, I told you that my machine thingy could change the way you look
and stuff, so I just made myself what my hubby obviously wants. Don't
you think I'm sexy? I also decided to lower my IQ a bit, to make him
happy."
Jimmy was aghast, "Why would you do that? You were a genius, if he
doesn't love you for who you are, then he's the one that's wrong, not
you!"
She looked confused for a second, then shrugged her shoulders, causing
her plentiful boobs to jiggle wonderfully. She stuck her thumb in her
mouth and twirled her hair with her finger.
"I dunno, I guess I just wuvved him sooo much! He's bound to want me
now, right? You want me, don't you? I've turned up my libido too, so
hubby will never need those floozies again! I am feeling a bit horny
now, though, and he's all the way at home." Her finger had moved from
her hair to between her legs, and she was rubbing her pussy as she
talked, "I think if I don't get a fuck soon I'm going to explode."
"But what will your husband say? Surely he'll notice the changes you've
made to yourself! What if he doesn't like it?"
Mitsuki was distracted, playing with herself faster and faster, moaning
softly,
"Mmmm... ohh, got uhhh, failsafe, mmmm, I can... oohhh, restore... my
smartness... temporarily... oh God! If... mmmm he doesn't uhhh... like
it... yes! Yes!... MMM!!! OH GOD YES!!!!" she screamed as she orgasmed
in front of him. She panted loudly, and just as Jimmy was about to ask
another question, the phone rang.
To his surprise, Mitsuki picked up the phone.
"Hewwo. It's me honey! I don't sound silly, snookums! What do you mean?
NO! You can't do this to me! You have no idea what I have sacrificed
for you!" Jimmy could hear the intelligence creep back into the
professor's voice, "That whore?!! Well you deserve each other! Go to
hell you bastard! You better not be there when I get home!"
She slammed down the phone and began to cry. After a couple of seconds,
as Jimmy was moving in to comfort her, she gathered her lab coat from
the floor and flung it around her shoulders.
"Mr. Johnson, that will be all for today, I have to go home. Family
emergency, you understand."
"Um, professor, what about - you know." he said, pointing at her new
physique.
Mitsuki looked down at herself in amazement and disbelief.
"Oh, my, GOD! I did it, didn't I? I'm a bimbo slut!" she said, feeling
her hair, her boobs, her ass, her lips. "But I would be too dumb too
realise, unless - SHIT! He left me for her! He didn't like it! Now what
will I do?"
"Can't you use the machine to change yourself back?"
"Yes, of course! I kept a sample of my untampered DNA in the storage
tank!" She rushed over to the appliance Jimmy had unplugged to connect
the video camera, only to pull out a broken test tube of black, charred
liquid.
"NO!!!! It got fried in the surge! You idiot! I'm stuck like this! Now
what am I going to do?" She said angrily, waving the ruined test tube
at Jimmy, her boobs swaying seductively under the lab coat, as she had
designed them to, though obviously not under these circumstances.
"Hey!" Jimmy was hurt, "It's not my fault you decided to turn yourself
into a stupid nympho! What made you think it would work anyway?"
"I don't know." She cupped her face in her hands, and began to sob.
Jimmy couldn't help noticing that her posturing exposed a mass of
creamy cleavage that rippled with every blub. She caught his glance as
she looked up and cried again.
"I guess I'll never understand the male mind," she sniffed, "all I
wanted was for him to love me again. Now look at me!" Jimmy was. She
noticed him staring. "I didn't mean you to take it so literally!" Jimmy
blushed and looked away.
"Hey, professor, I'm sorry. But you're not the only one, you know? No
guy really understands women either. I mean, you girls are as much a
mystery to us as we are to you! Everyone just does the best they can to
get along, you know? And I think if your husband doesn't appreciate
you, then that's his fault, not yours. You obviously love him very
much, so it's his loss if he wants to run of with some bimbo. Right?"
Mitsuki forced a smile. "You're right. At least I still have my
intelligence, and I've seen his true colours. If he had liked it, I
would have been a stupid slut forever! I can't believe I had convinced
myself to do it. Still, I suppose it's true, we never really know how
the opposite sex feels about us, do we? Like you and me for example."
She tore open her lab coat, licked her finger and ran it down from her
mouth, over her nipple as it sprang to attention, down her taut
stomach, to her thigh, and up Jimmy's leg to his face, where she gave
him a playful tap on the cheek.
"Hmm... You've given me an idea, Jimmy."
She pouted her lips, cupped her breasts and thrust them out at him,
each slender hand full of breast flesh with outstretched rock hard
nipples.
"You like these?" she said coyly
"Mitsuki... I... I don't think we should... be doing this." he said,
trying not to look at her outthrust boobs, as she sat up, pushing them
so near to his face that he could feel their warmth against his cheek.
"Oh, come on Jimmy, it's a simple question. Do you like my boobies? Do
you want to feel them? Suck them? Play with them? What about my ass?"
she slapped her firm round ass with both hands, as her unsupported tits
plopped down against her torso. "Isn't it a nice ass? Don't you want to
give it a squeeze? Remember, I designed this body to please men - think
of the blow job these lips give. Think how tight I made my new pussy.
Or my ass - You know, I'm very uninhibited now..."
It was all Jimmy could take. He grabbed her firm ass and pulled her
close, kissing her neck, her face, her gorgeous tits, running his
fingers through her hair. He could feel her moistness against his
trouser leg as his dick grew hard. Then, she pulled away, composing
herself and refastening her coat, gasping with pleasure and
straightening her hair.
"Jimmy," she said, still short of breath and obviously aroused, "you
can have what you want baby, but you have to help me too. My original
DNA was destroyed during the experiment, so we are going to have to try
something else." As she spoke, she finished rebuttoning her lab coat
and moved to one of the drawers in the side cabinets of the lab.
She pulled out something that looked like a radar gun with a curved
dish the size of a pizza on the end, and a base unit with what looked
like two finger holes on it, with a holster in the middle, into which
she slotted the 'radar gun'.
"My untampered DNA is gone, so I need a couple of drops of your blood
to use as a starting point for the machine, in order to get me back to
something like my old self. Put your finger in here, and I'll give you
everything I promised, and more." To entice him, she unbuttoned her lab
coat to her waist, and Jimmy saw her erect nipples poke out from either
side, atop her massive mounds.
"It's a deal." he said as he stuck his finger into the slot.
Mitsuki put her finger into the other slot, flipped a red switch on the
base unit, and the last thing Jimmy heard before passing out was a loud
rattling buzz from the machine, and he felt a sharp prick in his
finger.
When he awoke, his head was spinning, his back itched, and he felt
sick. He leant over the edge of whosever bed he was in, and puked
rather violently onto the floor, feeling his head throb with a tugging
pain. As the vomit hit the floor, he heard a door open behind him and
someone tutted loudly.
"Oh, thanks very much. Terry is sure to rat on me next term if he finds
puke stains on the floor."
A quick and blurry glance around and Jimmy was relieved to find he was
in his dorm room. Judging from his queasiness, it had been a hell of a
night on the booze. And judging from the pressure and constriction he
felt on his chest, he had been smoking a lot of pot.
'Nice one, idiot,' he thought. 'You're hungover, and you vomited on the
carpet. Terry IS going to rat on you! Hey, wait - Terry is MY
roommate!'
The figure at the door came closer and bent over him. The bleariness in
his eyes didn't subside until the figure put a pair of black-rimmed
glasses on him. He looked directly up at himself, gasped, and leant
over to puke again. The guy who looked like him leapt back to avoid
being splattered with vomit, and as he hurled, Jimmy felt his chest
wobble. Wait, wobble? That wasn't right!
"Morning Jimmy." the stranger said. "I thought you might feel better
waking up in your own room, though evidently not." The doppelganger
smiled, and Jimmy's expression went from confused to shocked as he
realised what had happened.
"That's right, Jimmy. I wasn't lying - you did give me an idea. You
were absolutely correct - we never know what the opposite sex is
thinking, do we? How confusing it is! Well, you and I, now we will
know! A scientific experiment like none ever conducted! That is, if you
choose to record it. As I told you before, my future is important to
me, and I don't intend to waste it on science this time! Trying to use
my intelligence for the good of mankind brought me nothing but misery!
From now on, I'm just out for number one! Have a nice life honey!" and
'Jimmy' turned to go.
"Wait!" Jimmy shouted in an unfamiliar high-pitched voice, "How you can
do this to me? I just wanted to help you!"
Mitsuki paused with the door half open, and turned back to face Jimmy,
"I gave you everything you wanted, you arrogant pig. You can feel free
to suck, lick and squeeze those ridiculously massive titties of yours
all you want. You can grab that perfect ass to your heart's content
now. Your pussy is very tight, almost virginal, in fact, and your ass
is too. Not sure for how long, though. You still have that ludicrously
high libido I set to try and please my pig of a husband, just try not
to over-use those 'blow-job' lips! And I know I promised you more, well
here it is. Unfortunately for you, it turns out I miscalculated
slightly when specifying my 'alterations'. You'll notice, when you feel
well enough to stand up, that your tits, ass and libido are twice as
big as I had originally intended. A calculation error, I assure you!
But fitting nonetheless, you chauvinist sleaze bag!"
Mitsuki slammed the door and stormed off down the hall.
Jimmy still didn't feel well, but managed to drag himself out of bed in
order to see what he had become. He opened the door of his closet to a
profoundly sexy, yet disturbing, sight in his full-length mirror. He
looked exactly as Mitsuki had, down to the long golden hair and neatly
trimmed snatch, except his butt and breasts stuck out about twice as
far, both pert and gorgeous but almost cartoonish in their
voluptuousness. The other thing to notice was that Mitsumi had stripped
him of his old clothes and dressed him in slutty cheap underwear.
Obviously the only things she had been able to get at such short
notice, he felt almost grasped by an itchy black lace thong and bra. He
estimated his bra size at a 34H, because it was the largest he had ever
heard of, and was shocked to find on removal that he was in fact a 32N!
He had to remark that he had the finest ass he had ever seen on any
woman, his black thong stretched taut between his firm cheeks. If
Mitsumi's was a peach, then his was two perfect melons, and his boobs
were glorious beach balls, and so sensitive that the slightest touch
made him wet. He stared at the gorgeous woman in the mirror, disturbed
and yet strangely aroused, and wondered what the hell he was going to
do now.
Professor Akamura had gone, in his body. He had no clothes, no past, no
qualifications. No-one would believe him, no-one would even recognise
him, he didn't even have his own ID any more, and at the back of his
mind, he had a nagging feeling that getting fucked by a nice big dick
would really take the edge off...
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