Concentrated Concoction
A commission for Onom I should have posted long ago
Robin Vicario glanced furtively about the hall, straightening up when he saw someone walking towards him. He gave the anonymously masked scientist a smile and pretended to bustle past him, only to come to a stop when he reached an inconspicuous maintenance closet door. He gripped the handle and looked over his shoulder, staring at the back of the masked scientist as he made his way down the hall. Only when he had vanished out of sight did Robin let out a deep sigh and open the door.
The man hurried inside, quietly closing the door before examining his surroundings. The maintenance room had the usual objects necessary for laboratory upkeep and repairs, a small glowing strip on the ceiling that illuminated the room, and just enough space for Robin to comfortably stand. Finally, he looked down at himself, at his thin, male and totally human body. It wouldn't be that way for long, it couldn't be.
Quivering with excitement, Robin pulled out a thin syringe and held it up to his face. It was filled with a bright yellow liquid, a concentrated liquid form of the gas that had changed him into a tigress in the first place several days ago. That change had long since reverted, but there were... Side effects that hadn't gone away. Vicario's currently blue eyes had never returned to their normal color and his mind wasn't entirely the same. He wanted to be the tigress again, to have that same feline grace but also...
Robin blushed. He had liked being a girl, having a silky purr, a nice bust, and the sensations that having a female sex brought. So why was he waiting? He had the solution that could put him like that again in his hands and here he was thinking about how much he liked it and yet--
Robin grimaced as he injected himself with the serum, holding the plunger firmly down until every bit of liquid had been pumped into his bloodstream. Immediately afterwards, he collapsed, falling against the room's walls as the serum set to work.
The serum's effects quickly manifested far faster than the gas that had changed him last time. The first alteration was to Robin's skin, as his body hair grew out into thick, soft fur that was black in color and laced with stripes of silver. The hair on his head grew out too, shifting to a silver-black hue while it lengthened to long locks.
Already feeling hot from the newfound fur, Robin unbuttoned his lab coat with newly clawed hands just in time for his fur-covered chest to push out, soft flesh under his nipples forming into two round orbs. Unlike last time, Robin looked down at his growing bust in excitement, his vision a little obscured when his face alsopushed out, forming into a feline muzzle, while his rounded, fur-covered ears moved to the top of his head. His mouth opened involuntarily as his teeth sharpened into carnivorous points.
Robin's hips cracked and widened, causing his pants to fall and rest loosely on them while a tail poked out above his expanding rear. He purred in pleasure as his small tail quickly extended into a proper length, fluffy and flexible. His contentment was temporarily broken when his legs shifted into a digitigrade stance, causing him to lose his balance. He fell on his rear with a yowl, claws clacking against the ground as he sought to return to his feet. With some effort, he quickly stood, smiling at the sensation of his unbound breasts bouncing from the fast movement. His girls were nice and perky and... Were they bigger than last time?
Robin didn't have any time to ponder this last question as a tugging at his crotch drew all of his attention. Purring in anticipation, he peeked into his underwear and watched as his already diminished genitals shrank and shrank. Unlike last time, he revelled when his cock and balls disappeared into a slit, shivering as the crevice formed into a full functioning womanhood. Robin smiled, staring at her pussy for a few moments before lifting her gaze and hands to her breasts. She cupped them, squeezing them gently while she admired the rest of her feminine tigress form. Her silver-streaked black fur was warm and comfortable, her digitigrade stance familiar, her feline muzzle much better than her plain human visage, her curves and claws quite pleasing to the eye, and her breasts were perfect, just the size she loved and hoped Aubrey would too.
Robin loved her form and shuddered in anticipation of the new sensations her body could bring. She just had to find the right place and the right time... And a maintenance room in the middle of the workday wasn't one of those. Plus, she thought with a smile, Aubrey might want to join in on the fun...