This choice: Making your excuses, you leave and head back to the lab. • Go Back...Chapter #7Making your excuses, you leave and head back to... by: adianjayz   Regardless of how you currently felt about your exposed form or your confused emotions, you knew that you should first conduct an inspection of yourself, for verification purposes.
Setting down the cards your body was holding, you gave a quick gesture to the old man sitting across from you. "Excuse me, I'm just gonna go freshen up a bit," you said rather softly in your more feminine tone. You then proceeded to stand up, which was much harder than you expected. Not only was your chest much heavier, but your dainty feet were also adorned with 3 in heels. Just as you were about to stumble in those heels upon putting your full weight on them, you quickly held yourself steady against the table. You closed your eyes to calm yourself down, knowing that you should relax and allow your new body's natural reflexes to take over. It will take time for you to access every part of your current body's sea of memories, but muscle memory is always the quickest to activate. Soon enough, you found yourself balanced on those pumps that felt so foreign mere moments earlier. The old man across from you, initially concerned from your sudden loss of stability, smiled back in good spirit when you stood up. "Alright, but be back soon, or else you will lose your spot in this tournament."
You nodded as you ambled towards the back of the room, heading for your lab. "Losing my spot?" you snickered, as you thought about the old man's words. "This tournament is nothing but a scam for me to test my magnum opus." You stopped to turn back at the crowd, who were joyfully frolicking around as if they were little children seemingly playing for a reward that was just dangled in front of them. "Perhaps not everything went according to plan, but it seems that I still achieved my goal." You chuckled quite menacingly, only stopping yourself to prevent full-on laughter. You felt your chest heaving up and down as the two breasts reverberated in response to the rhythmic contractions below. Glancing down at your newfound body, you found yourself grasping those melons, indulging in the physiological shockwaves that were sent through every corner of your body.
Beneath the orbs, you started to feel an urge burning between your legs. While the euphoric feeling was somewhat similar to what you experienced in your original body, the physical sensation was as different as night and day. Instead of a hardening member damming the flow in preparation for one big discharge, you now felt a slow leak from your moistening crotch, like a puppy drooling in anticipation for the ultimate prize. The growing wetness only invited a greater sense of yearning. Only a scream of joy from the crowd prevented you from satisfying that yearning, snapping you from the hallucination your hormones has created for you.
Brushing yourself neatly and clearing your throat in an attempt to settle, you briskly moved to the secured portion of your lab, where all the equipment was located. While you tried to suppress those primal desires, they would always seem to creep up whenever they can. Your swaying arms would inadvertently brush against your bra straps. Your chest still bobbled as you walked, barely contained within the cups you were forced to wear. Below, the wetness seemingly only spread within the silk underwear, which was tightly wrapped around your groin as if to remind you not to forget its existence. As if that wasn't enough, your short skirt made no effort to prevent the cool draft from blowing up your thighs, forcing the cool moisture against your skin. Still, you forged on, explaining that you will have time to explore after your initial tests.
Reaching to the security door, you instinctively place a hand on the security scanner, only to be surprised that you did not get security clearance. After a moment, you facepalmed yourself. "Of course it wouldn't work, you dummy. This is not currently my hand, or at least the one the scanner would recognize. Why didn't I think of this before?"
With your previous ecstasy replaced with frustration, you impulsively tapped your heels as you pondered your options. You felt desperate, as you searched frantically for an option, anything to distract you from the calling emanating from your body. Just then,
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