The next morning, the scientist walked into the room, gazing at Rylie through the glass wall of her cell.
“Time for another session, Rylie…” the scientist chided.
“Who are you?” Rylie pleaded. “Why me?”
“Well, you’ll find out soon enough anyway…” he said, pulling the ski mask off his head.
Rylie gasped, “Phil? You’re my lab partner; how could you do this to me?”
“You never noticed! I have been longing for you all semester, but you never even noticed! I love you, Rylie, and I love what you will become even more… my perfect creation… My wife.”
Shocked, Rylie didn’t know what to say.
Phil turned and picked up the radiation gun again, dialing the knobs until he seemed satisfied.
Rylie swallowed, then pleaded, “You don’t have to do this, Phil. I’ll forget this ever happened. I won’t turn you in, I swear it!”
“You won’t turn me in because you’ll be under my control, Rylie.” Phil said. With that, he pointed the gun and fired.
Rylie felt the tingling again as her DNA mutated in response to the radiation. She groaned and dropped to the floor, beginning to writhe in ecstasy.
“Mmmmm…” she moaned, her legs stretching again, adding two inches of height to her increasingly beautiful body. Her skirt rode up her toned thighs becoming little more than a mini.
Her hips widened again, with toned flesh stressing the black fabric of her skirt to its breaking point. She doubted she would even be able to take it off, it was so tight now.
Six cobbled abs started to faintly show in her sexy, flat midriff. Her breasts swelled, forcing her to unclasp her extremely tight bra, her nipples now visible through her blouse as she pulled the bra out from under it and discarding it on the floor.
Her muscles tightened and toned as she grew stronger, healthier, and sexier. Her face smoothed and improved as if she had put on makeup. Her lips curved into a sexy pout, and her green eyes enlarged and sparkled, framed by long, dark eyelashes. Her hair grew thicker and redder as it flowed further down her back.
Suddenly, the feeling stopped, and Rylie rose unsteadily to her feet. She strode over toward the mirror, stumbling a bit on her new, longer legs. As she looked at her reflection, a gorgeous face looked back at her. Full, D-cups strained the fabric of her white blouse, nipples erect. Her sexy, athletic abs swooped in from her large chest before swelling into firm, supple hips. Her legs were smooth and toned, muscular thighs tapering down to shapely calves and slender ankles. Her reflection looked like that of young actress or model. She was hot.
Phil licked his lips and raised the gun again.
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