This choice: "If we work quickly, we can boost that dose with a second." she says urgently. • Go Back...Chapter #6"If we work quickly, we can boost that dose... by: Mr. George   "You've not taken any blockers, or inhibitors?" she asks just as urgently.
Shaking your head in confusion, "Uh... Uh..." you say. The question penetrates, she thinks you might've organised this, might be a member of some religious, or political action force like the Masculine Front. "No! Of course, not!" Your reply is punctuated with a yelp, as she drives another needle deep into your flesh. Pressing down, she unloads it into your thigh.
"This should help..." She says sitting back.
The chill spreads out from the site. This time the iciness is almost painful in its intensity. The transmission much faster this time, the second dose seeming to reinvigorate the first. In the wake of the freezing wave passing, a set of sharp pains rip through your body. The effects obvious even through your clothes. Your stomach rippling and shrinking beneath your shirt. Your thighs gaining mass and smoothness as they fill out to feminine dimensions and shape. Even sitting you can feel the extra heft of your rump. It feels like you're sitting atop an expanding cushion. Shifting your hips from side to side, you roll in your chair in a way you couldn't before.
The expansion becomes painful as your clothes seem to constrict. The clothes no longer tailored for your physique. It still feels wrong to undress in front of her, but you need to loosen your clothes. Much as your shirt is too obviously filled with your expanding bust, it's the pants that are actually hurting.
As you unbutton the waist, they start to disintegrate. Despite your blushing mortification, Dr. Ann is nodding her satisfaction. "This is the progress I was wanting." she offers, as reassurance.
You spot it's not merely the strain that's made your pants surrender. The nanites are eating that for energy. Your shirt too, is starting to turn to loose threads, and dust. Even as you go to dust it away, it reintegrates... Mortifyingly taking on a more feminine style.
Your skin looks darker, more tanned. Even as you go to question that, you realise you're changing race too. Not that you object, but a warning would've been appreciated. Frowning as you try to make sense of it. The shape is unmistakable, just the angle is wrong. You've never seen a bikini from this angle before. It cups and contains your growing bust, making the girls look even bigger.
"Get out the chair..." Dr. Ann urges. Unsure why, you obey. Standing uncertainly on legs that feel as sure as a newborn foal. They support you despite your fear. It's then you notice quite how incredible a rump you now carry. If you'd waited you'd have needed to the chair to be dismantled to allow you to stand.
"Well, this is... different..." you say, stuck for other words. Rubbing your throat, you find the new voice sexy, and sultry, amazed it came from your own throat.
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