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Transformation in a dark world of vice, violence, and villainry.
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Chapter #3

A final decanting...

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Groaning, as you consciousness returns. The amnion fluid still draining from your body, its warm comforting embrace sluicing through the drain at the base of the capsule. You're still warm, bumping your elbow, as you're still drowsy from the transformation. You make a more of an effort to struggle back from your sleep. Your eyes still too covered with the goo, for you to easily open them, you take a mental survey. Trying to guess your final form.

As your hands brush against your hips, you guess that it's a woman they need for this assignment. A deep breath confirms this as the extra weight clings. Drifting backwards, you confirm you have a fuller ass, too.

A gurgle from the drain, as the last of the amnion fluid drains away. You brace yourself for the next stage, but it's still a shock. Chilly water soaks you, the capsule functioning as a shower to rinse off any remaining residue. Your nips harden in protest, and the water cascades from them, as if you're lactating.

Blinking, you take in the familiar lab. The door extends the entire height of the pod. Though it feels larger, you guess you're a few inches shorter than before. A portion of the door having turned opaque to give you a degree of modesty.

A brief gust of dry air does the job of removing the excess water.

"Yay... It's a girl!" One of the scientist's voice crackles from the speaker. Dr. Jameson's familiar joke makes you groan. He's the one who's been watching your maturation. Ensuring no deformities, or abnormalities occurred.

The door opens with a pop, and the scent of the lab air, with its harsh cleansers whirls around you. An hand offering you a towelling bathrobe, allows you to get dressed. It warm and reaches to your shins.
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