This choice: Help the scientists with the centrifuge • Go Back... You decide to help out the scientists in the lab, looks like they're not getting anywhere by themselves. They don't even notice as you enter and walk over. Though you take notice of them: The blonde and the brunette are both rather slim, while the raven-haired one has some nice hips.
"Hello, you ladies need some help?" You say, causing them to jump slightly.
"Who are you? How did you get in here?" The raven-haired woman asks, her id card reading "Dr. Sasha, Micro Biology."
"Well, Dr Sasha, I'm the new technician, Michael Zambac. I was looking around and saw you three were struggling with that centrifuge, so I thought I'd drop in and help." you explain
"Well, it's about time." The Brunette says, her ID reading "Jasmine D, RA". The blonde didn't say anything, merely looking at you, her ID read "Denise K, LT"
"Yea, I can't imagine the back order of invoices I'll have to deal with." You chuckle as you start working on the centrifuge. It's a fairly simple fix, one of the rotors needing to be reset, "There, that should fix it." you click the final piece back in place.
"Thank you, we can finally get these samples spun up and work can continue." The Doctor says, going up to the machine while you step to the side. You hear the click of the machine turning on, then a whirr as it reaches max speed instantly. You assume they messed with the settings while trying to fix it.
"Doctor wait--!"
"The samples--!"
Jasmine and Denise call out, respectively, as there's cracks and and sounds of lids flying off, the three woman throw their hands up, but it's after the fluids have landed on them. They -understandably- panic, scream a little, babble about the mixture of fluids, realize it's not hurting them, calm down a bit, and then start up the chemical showers. This doesn't go how they thought it would, though.
Sasha stood in shower and scrubbed herself as the water cascaded down on her. She stops suddenly and grabs her hips. She wipes her eyes with her arm and looks down. You watch as she starts... fattening! Her hips widened and her thighs thickened as her scrub pants became painfully small. Her face contorted in panic and pain as she tried pulling her pants down, only to watch her belly push her top up. Her breasts helped as they swelled up, her shirt filling to it's max as Sasha tore that off as well. Leaving her nude as her body softened and plumped.
Jasmine was in the same situation, only her gain was centered in her chest. She first noticed her boobs growing, followed by her belly. She quickly stripped her top off and threw it to the ground, watching her now head-sized melons continue to grow. She quickly turned her head to look around them to her lower body as her ass and thighs caught up in their gain, she peeled them off quickly, panicking as she held her boobs, trying to cover them.
Denise was, of course in the same situation. Though, you watch as her stomach rose like dough out of her top, pushing down the waistband of her pants as it grew larger and softer, a roll bisecting the flabby mass as her boobs grew in alongside it. They reached head-sized as her hips and ass forced her to discard her pants, which h were quickly followed by her top. One arm was enough to cover her breasts, the other trying to hold her belly awkwardly, which covered her crotch for her.
The water soon shut off automatically, the three woman speechless as they seemed to grow tired, slowly moving to the floor and passing out. You note down from a digital whiteboard the chemicals they were working on and then consider what to do next indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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