Calvin hurried through the dimly lit streets, cursing his bad luck. He’d stayed out too late, and now, rather than taking the long way home, he cut through an alleyway between old abandoned shops. A mistake. The last thing he remembered was a shadowy figure lunging at him, a sharp prick at the back of his neck—then darkness.
When he woke, his limbs were restrained, tied down to a cold metal table. A harsh fluorescent light above him flickered, forcing his vision to adjust. Panic set in as he tried to struggle, but thick leather straps held him in place. Then he saw it—a massive syringe with a long, wickedly sharp needle descending toward his arm.
"No! Stop!" he cried, his voice hoarse.
A mechanical voice crackled through a speaker. "Shhh… just relax. This will be over soon."
The needle plunged into his flesh, and an icy-cold liquid flooded his veins. At first, it burned, an unbearable heat rushing through his body. His heart pounded as his muscles tensed—then, just as suddenly, the pain melted away into a blissful, almost euphoric warmth.
His body began to shrink, his height dwindling as his arms and legs became softer, fleshier. His once-flat chest tingled before ballooning outward into full, heavy breasts, straining against the loose hospital gown draped over him. His waist caved inward, narrowing dramatically, while his hips flared outward with a series of delicious pops and cracks, giving him a breathtaking hourglass figure.
A moan escaped his lips as his thighs thickened, growing soft and plush. His rear swelled larger and rounder, pressing against the table beneath him, a perfect, bottom-heavy shape forming with every delightful surge. His skin softened to a flawless, creamy texture, losing all traces of body hair.
His face reshaped, his jaw narrowing into a delicate point, cheekbones becoming high and alluring. His lips swelled, plump and kissable, painted with a natural glossy sheen. Long, cascading locks of hair spilled from his scalp, tickling his shoulders.
The final, most intimate changes sent waves of pleasure through his shifting form. A deep sense of obedience, submission, and longing settled into his mind, blending with the new sensations overtaking his body. His thoughts blurred, the logical, analytical mind of Calvin fading, replaced with something… different.
Then it was over.
She blinked, breathing heavily, her new body feeling so right, so perfect. The straps loosened, and as she sat up, her soft hands delicately ran over her plush form. A part of her knew something was wrong, but another—deeper—part reveled in this new existence.
Calvin, or rather, the woman he had become, would change back in 24 hours. But there was a catch. A single phrase, spoken aloud—"Would you kindly?"—would force the transformation back instantly, trapping Calvin in this body whenever it was uttered.
And there was one more twist.
This new form wasn’t just a mindless change—it had its own memories, personality, and desires. A sweet, docile housewife, eager to please, submissive to a fault. She didn’t just exist as an alternate form—she was her own person, waiting for the chance to take control.
And Calvin had no idea.
What was worse, he had fallen into the hands of The Doctor, one of the most notorious rogue scientists from MT Lab’s Task Force. His experiments were not only illegal but highly unpredictable. Some victims never fully returned to their old selves.
And now, Calvin was his latest masterpiece.